Elementary, My Dear…
A funny story circulated recently about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
creator of the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes. Doyle evidently
told of a time when he climbed into a taxi cab in Paris.
Before he could utter a word, the driver turned to him and asked, "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"
Doyle was flabbergasted. He asked the driver if he had ever seen him before.
"No, sir," the driver responded, "I have never seen you before."
Then he explained: "This morning’s paper had a story about you being
on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi stand where people who
return from Marseilles always come to. Your skin color tells me you
have been on vacation. The ink spot on your right index finger
suggests to me that you are a writer. Your clothing is very English,
and not French. Adding up all those pieces of information, I deduced
that you are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."
"This is truly amazing!" the writer exclaimed. "You are a real life counterpart to my fictional creation, Sherlock Holmes!"
"There is one other thing," the driver said.
"What is that?"
"Your name is on the front of your suitcase."Elementary, My Dear…