In the glow of the bedside lamp, the lovers talked.
"What's this?" she asked suddenly, tracing the tiny blue axe-shaped mark inside his right elbow.
"Just a tattoo" he parried. "I'm a charter member of the Royal Hatchet Club."
"More like Executioners Anonymous." She remembered what he had done to the killer with the baby face. "I'm sorry" she added.
"Don't be," he smiled easily. "Just tell me what you're really doing in Cuba..."

Cuba... International spy-nest festering 90 miles from America's shore. The eyes of Nick Carter had pierced the camouflage covering the Master-Enemy's Doomsday missiles. But the eyes of the Master-Enemy had pierced Nick Carter's disguise, too. Nick was in Carmella's arms when the man with the sword-cane arrived, planning to neutralize two traitors with a single stroke!