The Spider Strain

The Spider sat in the usual place behind his big mahogany desk, in his invalid's chair, his fat hands spread out before him, his flabby cheeks shaking, and his little, pig-like eyes glittering in a peculiar fashion.

"Sit down!" the supercriminal commanded; and once more he spoke in a gruff voice.

John Warwick sat down, and the Spider looked at him until Warwick began to feel uncomfortable.

"Say it, jolly old sir, and get it out of your system!" Warwick suggested finally.