"I think he is an Englishman," said the First Traveler.

"Why do you think so?" queried his Companion.

"Well, in the first place his Clothes don't fit him," replied the First
Traveler. "I observe, also, that he has piled all his Luggage on Another
Man's Seat, that he has opened several Windows without asking
Permission, that he has expected the Porter to pay Attention to him and
nobody else, and that he has Kicked at something every Thirty Seconds
since we left Buffalo."

"You make out a Strong Case," said the Second Traveler, nodding. "I will
admit that the Suit is Fierce. Still, I maintain that he is not an
Englishman. I notice that he seems somewhat Ashamed of his Clothes. Now,
if he were an Englishman, he would Glory in the Misfit."

"Perhaps he is a Canadian," suggested the First Traveler.

"Impossible," said the other. "He may be English, but he is not
sufficiently British to be a Canadian. If he were a Canadian he would
now be singing 'Britannia Rules the Wave!' No, I insist that he is an
American traveling Incog. I suspect that I have Caught him with the
Goods. While sitting here, I have had my Sherlock Holmes System at work.
A few Moments ago he read a Joke in a Comic Paper, and the Light of
Appreciation kindled in his Eye before a full Minute had elapsed."

[Illustration: PULLMAN CAR]

"Perhaps it was not a Comic Paper at all," said the First Traveler. "It