He drummed his fingers on the desk. Gross examination of the objects had turned up one interesting trend, at least. All the items that they could identify were commercially-available items: Dale's canoe, his marine radio, all the research books that had been in his tent. All the items they could not identify were assumed to have been hand-made by someone, down to the smallest detail. Even the buckle on the saddlebags wasn't a mass-produced buckle.