Messanger - John Anthony Davis - Bog

"The projectile entered here," said Max Fortin, and he set his center finger over a smooth opening precisely in the focal point of the temple. I sat downward on a hill of dry ocean growth and unslung my fowling piece. The little scientific expert mindfully felt the edges of the shot-opening, first with his center finger, and afterward with his thumb. "Give me a chance to see the skull once more," said I.