Appearance | Burden | Humor | Success | Understanding

OBVIOUS CLUES A
French taxicab driver once played a joke on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The man had driven Sir Arthur from the station to a hotel, and when he received his fare, he said, “Merci, M. Conan Doyle.” “Why, how do you know my name?” asked Sir Arthur. “Well, sir,” replied the taxi man, “I have seen in the papers that you were coming from the south of France to Paris. Your general appearance told me that you were English. Your hair has been clearly last cut by a barber in the south of France. I put these indications together and guessed at once that it was you.” “That is very remarkable,” replied Sir Arthur; “you have no other evidence to go upon?” “Well,” hesitated the man, “there was also the fact that your name was on your luggage.”