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Clark Kent, Daily Planet reporter,
goes to the Metropolis Museum to get a story
on the mysterious meteoric fragment
that has fallen to Earth.
In the office of Professor Leeds,
director of the museum...
Now, you see what I mean when I say
this meteorite is different.
The fragment glows with its own inner light.
We don't know why.
The exploded parts of Krypton circled the sun for years
in the form of asteroids.
This one eventually came within
the Earth's gravitational pull.
Operator.
Get me the coroner.
Clark Kent just died in my office.
I don't understand it.
A moment ago, I would have sworn that you were dead.
You had no pulse, no respiration.
And you better sit down.
Oh, I'm feeling fine now.
Did you put the cover on that... meteorite
while I was unconscious?
Yes.
Would you mind taking it off again?
Cover it quickly.
Just as I thought.
What do you mean?
It was the meteorite that knocked me out.
How could it affect you and not me?
There's only one reason.
It must be a fragment of the planet Krypton.
It is.
That's what makes it the most important find in years.
Even so, you must destroy it.
Have you lost your mind?
To convince you,
I see I'll have to do something I've never done before.
Let you in on a secret that's shared
by no one else in the world.
Watch.
Would you turn the lights out, please?
Why, certainly.
Superman.
You don't believe me. Give me a test.
If you are really Superman, you have x-ray vision.
Tell me what's inside that closet.
That's easy.
My x-ray vision has been destroyed.
Must be the effect of that meteorite.
No.
That door and the closet are lined with lead
for use in certain experiments.
Even x-rays won't pierce lead.
Try the safe. It's only steel.
Tell me what's inside.
It's filled mostly with papers, scientific notes.
There's also $500 in currency.
Yes, and a couple of postage stamps.
And now, if you want further proof...
No... I'm satisfied.
You're the only one who knows.
Your secret is safe with me.
Now that I'm convinced, what do you want me to do?
For years I've suspected that I came to Earth
from the planet Krypton.
And now, this meteorite seems to prove that.
It takes away all my powers
that makes me superior to Earth men.
There's no doubt about it.
Washington has selected me to guard
the relativity-reducer ray.
Nothing must interfere with my ability to discharge my duties.
No, your great powers must not be destroyed
by the activity of that fragment.
That's right, professor.
I'll keep the meteorite two days for scientific study.
After that, it shall be dropped in the sea.
You have my word.
Thank you, professor.
And now, I must be leaving.
Up, up and away!
I found the Jones farm, all right,
but somebody had already been there
and taken the meteorite away.
Who was it?
It was Professor Leeds
and his assistant, a Mr. Morgan.
Well, go on. What's the story? What about the meteorite?
Oh, nothing much.
Turned out to be an ordinary one, no importance to it.
Did you check with Leeds on it?
Uh, yes. I went to his office.
You and Kent left here together.
How does it happen he has this information and you haven't?
Um, something came up, and we had to separate.
I don't get it.
Oh, excuse me, sir. I have an awful headache.
He has a headache.
I'm the one who needs the aspirin.
You know what I think?
What?
I think Clark knows something about that meteorite
and is holding out on us.
Oh, you're always thinking Clark is putting one over on ya.
And, most of the time, I'm right.
So you're right.
Driller, look at this ad.
It's in the personal column.
"Attention: Anyone seeking a vital weakness
of his or her enemy contact box 501."
His or her enemy?
That can only mean Superman.
Do you think it's on the level?
I want to find out.
I can't overlook any opportunity to get Superman out of my way.
This might be a police trap for ya.
It's your job to look into the matter and report back to me.
All right.
Lois Lane speaking.
Hello.
This is Hawkins, remember?
I've given you tips-off before.
Hello, Hawkins.
Sure, I remember you. Got any news for me?
There's a guy down here trying to peddle hot information.
I can put you in touch with him... for a price.
I'll meet you at the usual place.
If you've really got some information,
you'll be paid for it.
All right. Bye.
That was Hawkins, the stool pigeon.
He claims to have a hot tip.
Can I go with you?
Yeah. Meet me outside.
Kent.
Yes, sir?
Help Gladys with her "Lovelorn" column.
It may give you another headache.
Yes, chief.
Does this guy Hawkins live here?
No. This is his office.
Oh.
Lookin' for somebody?
Are you trying to scare us?
No.
I always look people over before I show myself.
Is there somebody after you?
Quiet, sprout.
Now, where's the man with the information?
I could show you.
There'll be more, if the tip is good.
It is.
A funny-acting guy
moved into a rooming house near here two days ago.
Come with me, I'll show you the house.
This fellow made the rounds
of every store in the neighborhood last night.
Said he had information for some enemy.
He may mean the Spider Lady.
Spider Lady?
You mean, the mysterious figure
who's supposed to be queen of the underworld?
She's not only supposed to be, she is.
He was looking for someone who'll take him to her.
Maybe through him we can get a line on her.
You better forget about that, if you wanna stay healthy.
He lives across the street here.
Now, take it easy. He might be watching.
He must have found the man he was looking for.
That's Morgan, Professor Leeds' assistant.
What are you doing with Morgan?
You keep out of this. Hey!
You asked for it, get in the car.
Put blindfolds on 'em as soon as we get outta town.
Where are we going?
We're going down.
Tell the Spider Lady she has two guests.
One of them expected.
They're here.
Who is this girl?
She butted in, so we had to bring her.
I'll question her later.
Just now, I'm interested in this man.
Sit down, Mr. Morgan.
I understand you have information to offer.
That's right.
You may remove the blindfold.
It won't do you any good to try to see me.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm the Spider Lady.
S- Spider Lady?
You wanted to meet me, didn't you?
Now, give me your information.
Well, I...
I know how to make Superman helpless.
I'm waiting.
The meteor that fell the other night is a fragment
from the planet Krypton.
We've got it at the museum now.
Its rays take away all of Superman's powers.
How do you know this?
I was there. I saw it happen to him.
If this is true, we can steal the reducer ray
without any interference from Superman.
With that weapon,
I'll be the most powerful person in the world.
Pay him.
A dollar.
What sort of a joke is this?
A dollar.
It's only a token.
Those who work with me will share in fabulous wealth
at the proper time.
Why, what I've given you is worth thousands, millions.
You'll pay my price or...
Or... Or what?
Remove him.
Bring the young lady in.
Nobody asked you to come here.
You can only blame yourself for anything that happens.
Why don't you let me go?
I've been blindfolded all the time.
I couldn't possibly identify y- you or this place.
I might take the risk...
if you weren't a newspaper reporter.
Did you think we wouldn't go through your handbag?
Is Clark Kent utterly unaware of Lois' fate?
Can even Superman arrive in time to save her?
Don't miss "A Job for Superman!"
The fifth smashing chapter of Superman,
at this theater next week.
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