'Why, you said you would send your representative!' I exclaimed.
'We are our usual representative,' he answered rather sulkily. 'Come on, for we have to call on Messrs. Apples, the famous advertisers.'
'Why?' said I.
'Can you ask?' he replied. 'Can aught be more interesting than an advertiser?'
'I call it log rolling,' I answered; but he was silent.
He went at a great pace, and presently, in a somewhat sordid street, pointed his finger silently to an object over a door.
It was the carven head of an Ethiopian!
This new confirmation of the prophecy gave me quite a turn, especially when I read the characters inscribed beneath—
Try our Fine Negro's Head!
'Here dwells the sorcerer, even Asher,' said Pellmelli, and began to crawl upstairs on his hands and knees.