They seek him here, they seek him there, - Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. - Is he in Heaven, or is he in Hell, - Or a small theatre in Ipswich - who can tell? 1793. Paris is gripped by the Jacobins. The Compte de Creme-Brulee is to be guillotined on the morrow. His only hope, a daring swoop by that dashing master of disguise and echo-location, The Scarlet Pipistrelle, who has already undertaken several rescues of aristocrats. Who knows, perhaps this time, he might actually succeed!