Stillness like that of the cold tombs had descended upon America's greatest city, and in that cheerless, ringing void, no man dared raise his voice above a whisper. For the Silencer was at work, his giant ear strained to catch the innermost secrets of every citizen, turning upon them a blackmail scourge such as the world had never seen, as he drove those helpless multitudes to wholesale suicide! Never before had Richard Wentworth been called upon to battle a crime-emperor so powerful. As he donned the Spider's eerie armor, to take up the Silencer's trail of faceless corpses-it meant war to the death with a monster whose reign extended clear into the sky, itself, and whose victims died whispering, in hell!.
The Spider #51 : Satan's Switchboard