Wayne Rogers

Over defenseless America swept the ruthless Asiatic invasion-its gigantic air-armada and cruel plague-germs wiping out all resistance. Operator 5 and his fighting aides were the last challenge to a Brown vandal who had reduced this country to desolation and ashes

From the clouds came the giant airships that laid waste America with an incredible new fire which nothing could extinguish In the flaming cities, now ravaged by a ruthless, invincible invader, Operator 5 and his fighting undercover aides staked the fate of Civilization on one last-minute duel with these new and horrible invaders

One by one the helpless little American towns vanished-wiped from the face of the earth by a fiendish weapon in the hands of a blood-maddened European dictator Against this attack, unparalleled in the entire annals of warfare, Operator 5 and his gallant undercover aides had to wage desperate battle in order to save civilization from defeat and disaster

With terrible swiftness, the Master of the Green Death had struck. His victims lay in the streets, verdant-hued and ghastly-and the Underworld, which he had protected against all reprisal, ran riot in a Manhattan horror-holiday of loot and murder

Over New York fell the murderous spell of Death's burning stare-and men died in the throes of some terrible, secret, inner fire Richard Wentworth, alone, as the Spider, dared challenge this astounding attack by a modern Genghis Khan gone mad with a passion for loot and power

Overnight, a bizarre crime wave had gripped New York, turning America's First Families into criminals who, for savage lawlessness, outdid the Underworld Society's Four Hundred had now become a ghastly, blood-thirsting set of thieves and murderers. Embezzlements and bank frauds had terrorized Manhattan and pauperized a helpless people. In this topsy-turvy world of terror, Richard Wentworth, as the Spider, set out to save a betrayed civilization-from a mystic Hindu crime-czar who had mastered the magic necessary to turn New York's moneyed class into inhuman monsters

Never again would the Spider wage battle against crime-this Richard Wentworth had sworn to himself as he found sanctuary in a quiet rural retreat to nurse back to health the woman he loved. Yet, into that peaceful spot swept a whirlwind of horrible butchery like none he had ever seen-New York's sewers pouring out the Underworld's rabid hordes to engulf the countryside in a tidal wave of racketeer ruin Whole towns were given their choice of paying blood money to a legion of maddened looters or being wiped out, and it was then that Richard Wentworth knew the Spider must rise again-to rid America of a criminal menace that struck at the very core of its existence, and overthrow an evil empire that men and women and children might still walk free and unafraid

Sinisterly beckoning, the long bony finger signaled Manhattan to its mass death-slaying hundreds of helpless victims who dared sink into a sleep from which there could be no awakening this side of hell While the Underworld's lawless hordes looted, only Richard Wentworth, as the Spider, dared fight, die and fight again for a fear-crazed people against a murder-Morpheus whose human quarry drowsed into death-and whose grim weapon was a Slaying Sandman sworn to turn New York into a Slumberland of Slaughter

Over New York's Finest-the police organization without equal in the world-fell the blight of lunacy, sweeping on like wildfire until it had turned Manhattan into a chill, whimpering madhouse and released the helpless city's wealth to a wild carnival of crooks and vandals What was that incredible, unseen force which, in a split-second, could transform sane men into drooling maniacs? No human being could stand against that Mask of Madness, and yet Richard Wentworth, in the Spider's strange vestments, took up the fight-to strike blow for blow against the merciless emperor of idiocy who had captured a metropolis by addling its brains

Before the horrified eyes of the Senate's jammed galleries, that revered Senator died by his own hand. And Richard Wentworth, who had reached Washington in response to the newspaper agony column's personal, "In the name of democratic humanity, come to Washington before September 9..." knew that this marked only the beginning of a yogi-ridden dictator's reign. Behind that welter of machine guns and storm troops moved the Cobra, striking at the nation's very chief-and the Spider was face to face with the strangest battle ever fought by man

Ruthless, invulnerable, that Scarred Hand reached out to destroy the entire law machine of New York-blasting into merciless oblivion those juries which dared convict even a single criminal. In that twilight of terror, when empty cells yawned for the felons who never arrived, and helpless Justice hid her bloodied head-no one but Richard Wentworth could combat this invisible Juggernaut which had paralyzed five mighty boroughs. Once more, in the Spider's weird vestments, Wentworth sets out-this time to annihilate a brain so evil that it is encased in two heads

A unique twist on a card sword or card stab routine. An original plot by Wayne Rogers that is perfect routine for stand-up, stage and parlor magic.