Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of the world-famous detective Sherlock Holmes, was not above telling self- deprecating tales.
In one situation, he was waiting at a taxi stand outside the railway station in Paris.
When a taxi pulled up, he placed his suitcase in the car and took a seat
next to it."Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?" asked the taxi driver.
Doyle was flabbergasted. He asked the driver whether he knew him by sight.
*"No, sir, I have never seen you before."*
The puzzled Doyle asked him how he knew he was Conan Doyle.
*"This morning's paper had a story about you being on vacation in 7Marseilles. 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're a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French. And so, I deduced that you are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."*
Doyle remarked, "This is truly amazing. 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."*
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