ago, they recognized as having heard before.
Silas Bunnywell, old and decrepit bookkeeper for Big Eric's concern, was the Gray Spider!
With a mighty slam, Doc shut the door upon the leader and the ringleaders of the Cult of the Moccasin. The death they had planned for others would be fit punishment for themselves!
IT took but short minutes to unlock the barred cell doors. They found a ring of keys on a peg near the corridor end.
Pitiful indeed was the array of prisoners who stumbled forth. Some had been there years, their sobbed testimonials of delight and gratitude disclosed. The Gray Spider, it seemed, had been operating a long time, and only of late had become bold enough to throw his insidious web about the largest lumber companies of the South for the grand cleanup.
Most moving of all, perhaps, was the simple statement of thanks which beautiful Edna Danielsen gave Doc Savage as the bedraggled cavalcade quitted the Castle of the Moccasin. The gripping part of her expression was not the commonplace words, but the depths of feeling that went into them. There was a sort of joy and hopelessness intermingled—as though she finally understood that she must keep hidden forever the emotions her heart held for the mighty man of bronze.
Monk expressed it. He usually had a description for everything.
'It's tough for her to fall like that,' said Monk. 'For the woman isn't made who can get a rise out of Doc.'
* * *
OUTSIDE, in the steaming sunlight of the swamp, tension fell from the adventurers. Their work here was done.
Standing a little apart, the giant bronze man looked thoughtfully into the north.
He was thinking of the face of the Gray Spider, the face of the old bookkeeper—Silas Bunnywell—as he lay on the floor, victim of his own evil!
