It was laughter that reached into the marrow of men's bones, and froze it. Involuntarily, all eyes swung toward the little door alongside the platfore, from which the strange laughter had come. The door was now swinging wide open, and in the entrance stood the twisted, ugly, caped figure of a man whom many of them recalled having seen once before. Though that was the way the writers portrayed The Spider in text, such was not the case on the magazine's cover. Then abruptly, their better sense reasserted itself.
Some sights are just too strong for the light of day.