WE SHOULD GO FOR A PROPER DRINK.
YOU PROVIDE QUALITY KITCHENS AND I PROVIDE...

DESPAIR ON THIS VERY BAD DAY?

- YOU GOT MY TEXT, THEN?
- HELLO, ALAN.

WHO'S WITH YOU TILL 4 A.M. WITH HIS "NIGHTCLUB".

UP WITH THE PARTRIDGE,

THE MAN IS MENTALLY ILL.

"
THAT SOUNDS DISCONCERTINGLY VAGUE.

THEY'VE GONE TO LONG STANTON SPICE MUSEUM.

I WILL REMEMBER. THE LAST TIME I WAS THERE
I TOOK SOME POT AND I WAS BRIEFLY MINDLESS.

BUGGER!

IT WAS RUDDY SUPERB.

YOU TELL TAX PEOPLE THEY WON'T FIND YOUR MONEY?

"TO JED MAXWELL FROM ALAN SMITH."
WHO'S HE? NEVER HEARD OF HIM.

GOOD ONE. ARROWS ARE DECEITFUL.

BUT IT'S CHIEFLY JOY AT OTHER PEOPLE'S MISFORTUNES.

- NO. YOU PULL YOUR FOOT OFF.
- MINE'S NOT ON THE SPIKE!

- YUP.
- SEE MY BROTHER.

# THE SPIDER'S TOUCH