There was a way to use bone weights to find out whether a set of bones had come from the same person, but you needed the right bones, and Gideon didn’t have them. Of course, with Owen’s rangers out searching for more, there was a possibility that they’d turn up, and then a scale would come in handy. But not this scale.
“Actually, Arthur, I’d need something a little more accurate. This—”
“Accurate?” Arthur cried. “Good heavens, man, this is a Cusinart!”
I can't really explain why I find this exchange so amusing, but there you have it. There are lots of great little snippets of dialogue in this book.