The Hound of the Baskervilles

by Arthur Conan Doyle

"Glad to meet you, sir. I have heard your name mentioned in connection with that of your friend. You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. 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."

"I presume, Doctor, that you could tell the skull of a negro from that of an Esquimau?"

I can still remember your complete indifference as to whether the sun moved round the earth or the earth round the sun.