"Well, not really, of course-but he looks like one, beetle brow and all."

He had a great prognathous jaw and beetle brows.

He was bald, and dark beetle brows arched over his hard, serious brown eyes.

His beetle brows were drawn together in a furry V as he stared back at her through the smudged lenses of his crooked glasses.

He was a hulking man with a square face, black hair and beetle brows.

He was sallow, dark-haired, and his beetle brows seemed to crawl as Harry watched them.

At that moment a small, quick man with bushy hair and beetle brows bustled into her hospital room, a clipboard and manila folder tucked under his arm.

No beetle brow, no beakish nose, no snaking neck.

The old warhorse with the beetle brows and bad comb-over who had walked in on them shouted down his colleagues.

The third one was a young man with beetle brows who frowned and to whom perpetual suspicion seemed to be second nature.