The person concealing the bones swayed his body, arms, and hands in time to the air, and went through all manner of graceful and intricate movements for the purpose of confusing the guesser.

But if we therefore conclude that he is a stationmaster, we fall into the time-honoured fallacy of the undistributed middle termthe fallacy that haunts all brilliant guessers, including the detective, not only of romance, but too often also of real life.

It takes a pretty good guesser to be a boss.