FileTitle: Prose1834.html
Category: Humor
Type: Prose
Description: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Story
            Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of the
            world-famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, was not above
            telling tales about himself in which he was the
            laughing-stock. Here is one of those stories. As he
            tells it, he was waiting at a taxi- stand outside the
            railway station in Paris. When a taxi pulled up, he put
            his suitcase in it and got in himself. As he was about
            to tell the taxi-driver where he wanted to go, the
            driver asked him: ``Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?''
            Doyle was flabbergasted. He asked the driver whether he
            knew him by sight. The driver said: ``No Sir, I have
            never seen you before.'' The puzzled Doyle asked him
            what made him think that he was Conan Doyle. The driver
            replied: ``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 colour 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 deduce that you are Sir Arthur Conan
            Doyle.'' Doyle said: ``This is truly amazing. You are a
            real-life counter-part 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.''