"Isn't it curious," Iago suddenly said, "how geography affects so many things?"
Quasimodo put his hands on his hips, smiled and gave his companion a sidelong glance. "I'm no C. Auguste Dupin," he replied. "There is no way on earth I can deduce what led to that question. It just came out of the blue. Besides, what exactly are you talking about?"
Iago was surprised. "Why, dragons, of course. You know, things like that. How could you not know what I was referring to?"
