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he said impatiently , as he opened the door of his flat , `` it is n't worth worrying about . I must n't let the whim of some mad tradesman get on my nerves . I 've got no one to bury , anyhow . '' Nevertheless the thing lingered with him all the evening , and when his neighbour the doctor came in for a chat at ten o'clock , Eustace was glad to show him the strange handbill . The doctor , who had experienced the queer magics that are practised to this day on the West Coast of Africa , and who , therefore , had no nerves , was delighted with so striking an example of British commercial enterprise . `` Though , mind you , '' he added gravely , smoothing the crumpled paper on his knee , `` this sort of thing might do a lot of harm if it fell into the hands of a nervous subject . I should be inclined to punch the head of the ass who perpetrated it .