It contained the sort of litter of twigs, skeleton leaves, weed, pond-snails, dead shells, and fresh-water mussels that one would expect to strain out from the mud of an ancient pond; but in addition to these there were three small bones which at the first glance gave me quite a start until I saw what they were.
The inspector looked at me inquiringly.

"H'm ?" said he.
"Yes," I replied.

"Very interesting." "Those will be human bones, I fancy; h'm ?" "I should say so, undoubtedly," I answered.
"Now," said the inspector, "could you say, off-hand, which finger those bones belong to ?" I smothered a grin (for I had been expecting this question), and answered: "I can say off-hand that they don't belong to any finger.

They are the bones of the left great toe." The inspector's jaw dropped.

"The deuce they are!" he muttered.