No one knew the true identity of the crime-hunter called Secret Agent “X”. Not the police, nor the Underworld, both of which wanted his head. It was rumored that a certain government official in Washington was the only one privy to his real name. But everyone knew that “X” took on only the most desperate and depraved criminals Hell ever disgorged. And none were more terrible than the wicked wielders of a new terror weapon that incinerated all in its path. The Death-Torch Terror! Death hurled a ghastly challenge at Secret Agent “X”. A torch of terror burned above Doom’s table where they played. And charred, unsightly corpses were the jackstraws dealt him by the grim gamester’s boney hand.