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Attic > The Spider: The Spider and The Man From Hell

by Grant Stockbridge

The Spider Magazine, June, 1943

After ten years of action, the Spider still can take us on a wild action adventure, packed with more than you expect. But we also learn even more about the characters and we can see that they have evolved over the decade. Nita in particular plays a much stronger and more active role. For the first half of the novel, its her adventure!

"I have to make this inquiry, Nita," Kirkpatrick; said heavily. "There is no question that you helped to save many lives in the store, and--"

"I want my lawyer." Nita smiled at him sweetly.

Kirkpatrick's temples flushed. "Now, Nita, that's no way to talk," he said curtly. "I could have sent you to jail. After all, you admit that you shot a man!"

"At least four," Nita said imperturbably. "I think that rates a lawyer. Shall I call him, or will you?"

Kirkpatrick's voice lost all expression. "Very well, since you insist." He drew a phone to him. "Whom shall I call?"

Nita laughed. "Richard Wentworth, if you don't mind."

There was a tap at the door, and it opened instantly. Wentworth strolled into the office. "I thought I heard someone call my name," he said. "Stop me, if I'm wrong." He turned as though to leave again.

Wentworth was perfectly groomed, and the ebony cane in his gloved hands had an ivory head.

Kirkpatrick scowled at him, then laughed in spite of himself. "All right," he said. "All right, since you're here. But I'll fire that secretary of mine."

"Don't do that," Wentworth murmured. "I rather think the poor chap fancied he was called out of the office for a while. Curious the hallucinations that some policemen develop." He was beside Nita's chair now. He stooped and, before she knew his purpose, kissed her soundly on the mouth.

Nita gasped, then smiled. "I've killed men for less than that."

"So I hear!" Wentworth tapped his jaw with the head of the cane.

Kirkpatrick said, a little helplessly. "Now look here, Dick. Nita is technically guilty of homicide.''

"For which she should be awarded a medal!" Wentworth snapped. "Look at the newspapers, man! They're all cheering her! The photographs hardly do her justice, but then--"

Nita flushed. "Those newspaper men! Are they good pictures?"

And then, a little further on......

WENTWORTH thrust Nita out of the door and they were in the car a moment later, speeding down the street. "Sorry, dear," Wentworth said flatly, "there's work to do. We could do no good there. We could only be delayed."

Nita still struggled against his hand. "We left her there. We left her--"

Wentworth took her hard by the shoulders and shook her. "Stop that!" he said harshly. "We have no rights! We have no privileges of emotion!"

Nita sucked in a quivering breath. Her lips twisted, and she shook her head violently. "You're wrong!" she said harshly. "We do have the right to one emotion! We have the right to hate! Dick, I claim that man! That man who killed that child! He's mine!"

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Format: Electronic PDF File
55 Pages
First Published: 1943

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