ess man with his clothes. This hat is of a stylish shape and systematically brushed and burnished, though not very new. An old dandy, I should think."
"But good heavens!" called out Miss MacNab, "aren't you going to untie the man first?"
"I say 'old' with intention, though not with certainty," continued the expositor; "my own reason for it might seem a little far-fetched. The hair of human beings falls out in very varying degrees, but almost always falls out slightly; and with this lens I should see the tiny hairs in a hat recently worn. It has none: which leads me to guess that Mr. Glass is bald. Now, when this is taken with the high-pitched and querulous voice which Miss MacNab described so vividly (patience, my dear lady, patience)--when we take the hairless head together with the tone common in senile anger, I should think we may deduce some advance in years. Nevertheless he was probably vigorous; and he was almost certainly tall. I might rely in some degree on the story of his previous appe
The short story reminds thus:
Many times we (who like to consider ourselves as experts) think we have the best reasoning, only to find out that there are better brains.
The story is another lesson to keep quiet, and not to super impose views on others......
Very good indeed. Well-written, amusing in places with a fairly ingenious plot for so short a story.