They were distressingly and disappointingly normal.
"Well, sir, and what do you make of 'em ?" the sergeant asked cheerfully as I shut up my note-book and straightened my back.

"Whose bones are they?
Are they Mr.Bellingham's, think ye ?" "I should be very sorry to say whose bones they are," I replied.

"One bone is very much like another, you know." "I suppose it is," he agreed; "but I thought that, with all that measuring and all those notes, you might have arrived at something definite." Evidently he was disappointed in me; and I was somewhat disappointed in myself when I contrasted Thorndyke's elaborate instructions with the meagre result of my investigations.

For what did my discoveries amount to?
And how much was the inquiry advanced by the few entries in my note-book?
The bones were apparently those of a man of fair though not remarkable muscular development; over thirty years of age, but how much older I was unable to say.

His height I judged roughly to be five feet eight inches, but my measurements would furnish data for a more exact estimate by Thorndyke.