Chapter Twenty-Four
Spiders
None of our gang had ever used a spider gag, or if they had, they weren’t telling about it. There was no good reason for this except that the occasion simply had not arisen and we never felt a pressing need for one…or more. But when a strange box appeared in the mail and Margo announced that it was hers, opening it in front of all of us, there was a measurable period of stunned silence. The box contained several metal devices, each with slightly different configurations and accessories. In all, Margo counted after laying them out on the dining room table, there were 18 different spider gadgets.
“Okay,” I said. “What do you plan to do with these, Margo?”
“Oh, come on. You know what they are,” she replied.
“Yes,” I said, picking up one and then another of the
