Up a Winding Stair

';Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly. ';'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there.' ';Oh, no,' said the little Fly, ';to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.'They walked in, the women, beautiful women, rich women - greedy women. And Clark Holt took them - for money, for laughs and for everything they had.Then Ione came, beautiful and willful, and it was the fly who trapped the spider in a web that was silken - and strangling, too.