As he hung up the receiver a
nurse told him that the patient was conscious and wanted to speak to
Dr. Andover. The house-doctor asked The Spider if he wished to make a
statement.
The Spider moved his head in the negative. "I'm done," he whispered,
"but I'd like to see Pete a minute."
"Pete?"
"Room 218," said the nurse.
"Oh, you mean young Annersley. Well, I don't know."
"He's my boy," said The Spider, using the last desperate argument--an
appeal difficult to ignore.
"Take him to 218," said the doctor, gesturing toward the stretcher.
The nurse, who went with them, roused Pete out of a quiet sleep and
told him that they were bringing some one to see him. "Your father,"
she said, "who has been seriously injured. He asked to see you."
Pete could not at first understand what she meant. "All right," he
said, turning his head and gazing toward the doorway. The nurse
stepped into the hall and nodded to the attendants and the doctor.
They were about to move forward when The Spider gestured feebly to the
doctor. "Get me to my feet." "I won't bother you much after that.
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