There was a moment where Harry paused; he had to blink away the image of William Heather before he could retrieve the brain—
It's a pudding. I would have said a cathedral. I suppose it depends on the man.
—and place it in the scale. He noted the weight and set it aside for further dissection.
He paused a moment, looking at the inside of the skull, examining the multiple eye sockets. "There are bony protrusions behind the orbits of the sockets," he said for the recorder. "One is damaged in a manner consistent with Dr. Frankenstein's account of inflicting dagger injury upon the deceased, and it is also evident that the protrusions prevented the blade from fatally penetrating the brain."
no subject
It's a pudding.
I would have said a cathedral. I suppose it depends on the man.
—and place it in the scale. He noted the weight and set it aside for further dissection.
He paused a moment, looking at the inside of the skull, examining the multiple eye sockets. "There are bony protrusions behind the orbits of the sockets," he said for the recorder. "One is damaged in a manner consistent with Dr. Frankenstein's account of inflicting dagger injury upon the deceased, and it is also evident that the protrusions prevented the blade from fatally penetrating the brain."
He looked up at Victor—there you go, then.