SOMEWHERE IN A SECRET, underground lair, a group of men and women gathered. Twenty-one in all.

These were not ordinary men and women, as one should deduce if only by the fact that they gathered in a secret, underground lair. Had that not become at once obvious to the casual observer, the style of dress in which these men and women were adorned would have brought it all together like being slapped across the side of the face by a large halibut.

Most of the men and women in attendance were dressed the same. They each wore a military style uniform the color of blood. Swen upon their right breast, these not-so-ordinary men and woman wore the emblem of their group, and they wore it with pride. Once more, the casual observer, having not noticed the strangeness of a gathering of red-clad men and women in a secret, underground lair, might finally sit up at take notice at the insignia. A red crab upon a field of white. These men and women had the unmistakable look of soldiers, which is precisely what they were.

For those whose powers of observation were not so keen as the common grub worm, they need look no further than the one man in the room with the red and white epaulets upon his shoulders, the thin and twisty mustache that stuck out on either side of his face, and the crown upon his head that had been adorned with a large, red, crab . . .