In a decrepit little wooden house between Tokyo and Yokohama lives a very old man with eyes like flashlight sockets, jaws still strong, a ragged white beard which fails to make him look saintly. His name, Mitsuru Toyama, is seldom spoken. At 85 he is the most feared man in the Far East. Last week he was tolerably happy, for things were going his way.
Mitsuru Toyama is the dictator of Japan's network of secret societies. With fronts as dignified as chapters of the D. A. R., these organizations operate behind the scenes...
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