I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development.

Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure?
A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum.

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull." Sherlock Holmes waved our strange visitor into a chair.

"You are an enthusiast in your line of thought, I perceive, sir, as I am in mine," said he.

"I observe from your forefinger that you make your own cigarettes.