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Don't look surprised.

That's your your car Professor Drake.

It's been somewhat altered for a purpose.

That won't help.

Each door's automatically locked.

Relax professor.

I'll do the driving.

Your car is under my direct control.

You can't see me, but I can see you

from my remote point.

Wait, Professor Millard,
you've been working too hard.

Life isn't worth it, your life.

Remember poor Professor
Drake and Kenyon and Bennett?

The papers said their
deaths were accidental,

but you didn't believe that, did you?

You've begun to suspect more
than is good for you or for me.

Now, we shall see what the
papers say about your death.

Nothing could be salvaged.

Science Associates has had
to start again from scratch.

As you can see, Miss.
Thomas, we've set up

a temporary laboratory here
in the conference room.

But, what could've caused the disaster.

An unavoidable accident.

Unfortunately, no trace was
found of Professor Millard

who was working in the
building on a supersonic

experimental test at the time.

That is about all we can tell you.

Can, or dare?

I've given you facts.

You also gave me the facts
on Professor Drake's death.

As publicity director
for Science Associates,

you've done a good
press job, Mr. Winslow,

but aren't these accidents
occurring rather frequently?

This is a scientific
experimental project.

There's always an element of danger.

As well as sabotage.

Now, you're being melodramatic.

No, realistic.

If any outside source is
suspected of being behind

these misfortunes, Science Data magazine

would appreciate having that information.

Spoken like a true reporter, Miss Thomas.

But, Science Associates is a too isolated

an unpublicized project
to attract sabotage.

And, Jeff King oughta know
as our rocket propulsion

expert, he'd be among the
first to come in contact

with any outside interference.

Well perhaps, some of your other members

could give me additional information?

Information is something we discuss

in private sessions, Miss Thomas.

However, I can supply names
of those comprising our group.

That's Professor Bryant formerly head

of Technical Research University,

specializes in metallurgy.

Martin Conway, atomic
expert and senior member

of Science Associates.

Dr. Graftner, aerodynamic
wizard, and Gunther von Strum,

authority on nuclear fission.

That's quite a collection of brains.

And now...

Thank you for the
interview, goodbye gentlemen.

Goodbye, Miss Thomas.

I'll see you soon?

As soon as there are
any new developments.

Thanks again, Mr. Winslow.

Goodbye Miss Thomas.

The meeting is called
to order, gentlemen.

As you know, we must select someone

to continue the late Professor
Millard's experiments.

Why?

In my opinion, Millard
had become a visionary

with fantastic ideas,
mad dreams of developing

flying suits to change
man into human rockets.

A victim of overwork.

Yes, it must've unbalanced him.

His weird experiments cost him his life

and us our laboratory.

Now, not so fast, gentlemen.

There is a possibility
that Professor Millard

knew something about Drake's death,

but he wasn't satisfied
with the theory of accident

and neither am I.

I agree.

The day before that lab
explosion Professor Millard

hinted that he was
close to naming someone

who calls himself Dr. Vulcan.

Millard believed this person was guilty

of stealing secrets
from Science Associates

and was responsible for Drake's death.

Are you suggesting that
one of us is a murderer?

I'm merely repeating
Professor Millard's words.

You seem to be better informed
than the rest of us, Jeff.

Suppose you investigate the matter for us

in a special capacity in order to protect

our persons and our interests.

Agreed gentlemen?

Yes.

The new controlled rocket
we'll soon be testing.

As part of our interest,
safe guarding that

can be Jeff's first job.

Alright gentlemen, I accept.

I'll arrange for the
secret transportation

of the guided missile
to the testing grounds.

Well, if there's nothing
more at the moment,

I move that this session adjourn.

Second.

Meeting adjourned.

This waiting around gets me jumpy.

I'm going out and get some fresh air.

You'll stay put until we get our orders!

Acting a little scared of
somebody we've never seen,

aren't you Dirkin?

I'm not scared.

I just aim to please.

Yeah, aiming to please a voice,

a voice behind a door over a radio,

or on the telephone.

I like to see who I'm dealing with.

Maybe I have seen him.

Right now, the important thing
is to grab that pot of gold

at the end of this rainbow.

- Wonder what Dr.
- Vulcan's angle really is.

Those scientists out
in the desert are working

on newfangled flying missiles
and trick jet planes.

Certain foreign governments
might pay plenty

for that kind of stuff.

If Dr. Vulcan can
get his hands on it.

Maybe that's why he's
got us working for him.

Dirkin speaking.

I have a job for you.

Do you know, Professor
Jeffrey King when you see him?

Sure, what about him?

He has convinced Science Associates

that Millard and Drake
at least did not die

because of accidents.

You think he knows
anything, or just guessing?

That's what I must find out.

If he has any evidence against us,

it's probably hidden
in the conference room.

Tonight, I want you to
go there and search.

Find anything?

Sure, a mess of books and
a lot of scientific hoopla.

Nothing we can use.

We ain't finished yet.

We'd better be in case King shows up.

Why worry about him?

Those professor types are
all brains and no brawn.

What are you doing here?

Just browsing.

Whatever you're browsing for

you apparently didn't find.

Who sent you here?

That's our business.

Well, I'm making it my business.

Professor Millard?

Here I am, Jeff.

What's the idea?

Well, I heard someone coming,

and I can't risk being discovered

by uninvited guests.

Oh, I see.

By the way, I found a
couple of uninvited guests

last night in the conference room.

Oh?

Who were they?

I don't know.

But, I think they were two
of Vulcan's little helpers.

From now on, that
project will be guarded.

So, you've been singled
out as Vulcan's next victim.

Not necessarily.

Vulcan may have believed
we had some evidence

against him and sent
the men to look for it.

I hope you're right.

Jeff, I'm not gonna stay here any longer.

I'm sure I can
unmask Dr. Vulcan.

If I go back to...

Now, wait a minute, Professor.

We've been all over that before.

Vulcan nearly succeeded in killing you

in that laboratory explosion, remember?

Of course, it was
only your quick thinking

that saved me.

Well, next time, we may not be so lucky.

If you want to live, Professor,

for the time being you'll
have to remain dead.

You're right, but
there's so much work to do.

Yes, and all the time,
space, and equipment

with which to do it.

Alright.

That reminds me.

I've completed the rocket suit.

Good!

Well, what's so amusing?

I was thinking how astonished
Professor Graftner will be

when he sees this.

You know, he was
convinced you were insane

to try to build an atomic
powered rocket suit,

and I guess he thought I was
even crazier for helping you.

Well, here it is.

I hope it works.

We'll soon know.

I'll take it with me and test it for you.

Well, stay close to the ground

for the first few flights.

There still maybe a few
adjustments to be made.

Right.

By the way, the professors are likely

to be the new rocket to the
proving grounds for testing.

Oh, well be careful, Jeff.

That's the kind of
thing that Dr. Vulcan

could sell to a foreign
nation for a fortune.

Yes, if personal gain is
the motive behind Vulcan.

We're not sure of that.

In any event, I've had
the demonstration model

loaded aboard an unmarked truck.

It's being kept under armed guard

in a small warehouse in town.

I feel sure Dr. Vulcan
has no idea where it is.

I hope you're right.

I'll let you know about the tests.

How's everything?

It's fine.

Truck's ready and waiting for you.

Good.

We'll take care of him.

Get that truck.

This is Jeff's car.

Something must be wrong.

Yes.

What's that?

What's that?

Hey, what's going on back there?

If that torpedo
lands in any populated area,

you'll be guilty of mass murder.

Fortunately, the misguided
interceptor torpedo

was exploded presumably
by the Rocket Man,

popular name given the
sensational phenomenon

observed in the skies over
this vicinity yesterday.

The question arises is the
strange human like object

a visitor from another planet,

or as seems more likely,
does it represent

an effort to overcome
the evil that has been

threatening Science Associates.

If Dr. Vulcan should suspect
that you're Rocket Man,

your life would be in as much danger

as mine was before you brought me here.

Well, let's hope I
can get the jump on him.

At least, we can now
assume that Dr. Vulcan

is a member of Science Associates.

Yes, it was only members of that group

that knew about the secret
rocket to arrange its theft.

And, Vulcan, whoever he
is, will be most curious

about the identity of Rocket Man.

Well, I'll try to spot
him when I go to the lab

for the meeting today.

Be careful, Jeff.

I will.

So long.

Goodbye.

Burt Winslow
described the sound of flight

as resembling that of
Millard's experiments

in sonic propulsion.

Yes, but no trace of Millard
or his experiments were

found after the explosion
in the laboratory.

And, you King, were the only one of us

who believe Professor Millard's theories

of sonic propulsion practical.

Are you intimating that I might be

the mysterious Rocket Man, gentlemen?

Not necessarily, but
you worked with Millard...

Yes Burt, what is it?

Glenda Thomas just called.

She snapped a picture of
the Rocket Man in flight

and has developed a good negative.

Picture of the Rocket Man?

Does it show who it is?

No, the negative is too small

for purposes of identification.

Shall I give her permission
to release it for publication?

No, it's too dangerous.

Dr. Graftner's right.

As committee investigator, I should

make a study of the negative.

By all means, it might
contain a valuable clue

to the secret of construction.

If the photograph is of any value to us,

either for identification
of the mysterious Rocket Man

or the method of flight,
I'll report on it.

Haven't you anything to
say, Professor Conway?

No.

No, I'm in agreement.

We'll adjourn until we
can have your report.

Where is the photograph, Burt?

Miss Thomas told me I could pick her up

at the Press Club and see the
negative in her apartment.

Good, I'll meet you there at two O'clock.

Right.

Dirkin, I think we may be able

to stop Rocket Man from
any further interference

with our plans.

There's a picture of him in flight.

Glenda Thomas, apartment 15,

Piedmont Arms,

right I'll find that negative
before Jeff King gets there.

Someone's coming!

Inside fast.

Come on in.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

Actually, I doubt if the negative

will be of any help
to Science Associates.

Maybe you're right, but Jeff will know.

He should be here any minute.

This is Dawson eight,
three, four, six, nine.

I don't think the
telephone bell is working.

Will you test it?

I'll hang up.

Hello?

Yes operator, it's ringing now.

Hello?

Yes, this is Glenda Thomas.

This is Jeff King.

I've been unavoidably detained
here at the laboratory.

Is it possible for you to
bring that negative down here?

Of course, see you in a little while.

Jeff King wants us to bring
the film to the laboratory.

He's probably busy with an experiment.

My boss would've paid me a pretty bonus

for this little gem.

And, mine will, lady.

Thanks for finding it for me.

Hey Jeff, a gunman
got away with that film.

Glenda's trailing him.

They must've headed for the Ridge Road.

Dirkin calling Dr. Vulcan.

Dirkin calling Dr. Vulcan.

Vulcan speaking.

Did you get the film?

Yes, shall I bring it to you now?

Where are you?

On the ridge route
approaching Cold Water Junction.

Stand by, I'll
see if you're in the clear.

Right.

I think you're being trailed Dirkin.

Look behind you.

Recognize that car?

It looks like a car that was parked

in front of the dame's apartment house.

Alright, I'll
handle it by remote control.

Come on in.

Right, switching off.

It's frozen.

It won't turn.

It's frozen!

It won't turn.

Jump!

Thanks, Rocket Man.

You know at first, I
thought you were an invader

from some other planet,
but it's plain to see

you're human, and you've made
a great scientific discovery.

I'd like to write an article about you

for my magazine.

I'm sorry that's impossible.

But, I don't see why.

If you're on the side of law and order,

you shouldn't object to the public

knowing about you.

My goal is to put an end

to the activities of
the mysterious person

who is operating against
the national safety,

and you can help.

How?

By not publicizing the Rocket Man

for the time being.

There's too much at stake.

The intercity bus runs along this route.

There oughta be one
along in a few minutes.

It'll take you back to town.

Alright, thanks again, Rocket Man.

So even though Glenda tried to help,

Vulcan's men got away with the negative

of her snapshot.

Even if they enlarge the negative,

they can't identify you as Rocket man.

After all, your face is covered.

I know that, but the rocket suit

will be identified as the
one you were perfecting

before the lab explosion.

It's a matter of record
that I was helping you.

The natural assumption will be
that either your still alive

and the mysterious Rocket Man, or I am.

In that case, I'd be forced
to leave Science Associates

and go into hiding just as you're doing.

Well, that hasn't hurt my work.

It will be a pleasure
to have you join me.

I'd like to do that, but we must remember

that as long as I can
maintain my position

with the group, there's a chance

of finding out
who Dr. Vulcan is.

You're right.

What good is any of our research

as long as this sabotage continues,

vital secrets our stolen, and the lives

of our colleagues endangered.

Your identity as the Rocket
Man must not be disclosed.

So, you can see how important it is

to keep Vulcan's men from
enlarging that negative.

Have you considered any possible ways

you can do that?

Yes.

The key lies in duplicating the negative

on a fine grained film.

And, for the type of
enlargement they'll need,

only micro 247 can be used.

I don't see how that helps you any.

Micro 247 is made only
my Micro Photochemists.

I'll get them to stop all sales.

Good, but isn't there a supply

kept in Science Associate lab?

And, if you suspect anyone...

Yes, we use if from time
to time in experiments.

And, that's exactly my point.

Yeah, alright then thanks.

No soap, Dirkin.

I've tried every photo studio in town

that could possibly
hand that sort of film,

and it's scarcer than bathing
suits at the North Pole.

There's no other outfit
besides Micro Chemists

that makes it?

Well, not out here.

I could get some back East though.

This can't wait!

And, as long as Micro
Chemists won't sell,

I figured the best thing is
to break in there tonight.

No, it might have been planned

that way to draw us into a trap.

Then maybe you've got another answer?

I think so.

There's a small supply of the
film at Science Associates.

Be at the North gate at nine O'clock.

What about getting in?

I said be there at nine!

The gate will be open and
from there on you will.

Here it is.

Don't move.

Well Dirkin, who paved the
way for you to get in here?

I find my way around pretty well

without anybody's help.

Oh, if that's how you
feel, you'll find our way

to police headquarters with my help.

I'll take this first if you don't mind.

I've got that micro
two, four, seven film.

Good, now we can go to work.

What do you keep it so hot for in here?

Let's open a window.

Cut it out.

I gotta keep a high temperature control.

Oh, stop dramatizing.

This gonna take long?

Oh about 10 minutes,
I got everything set.

Good!

I'm going outside to cool off.

Call me when you're ready.

Alright, it'll only
be a few minutes longer.

Okay King, how did you get here?

Haven't you heard, I'm Rocket Man.

Sure, and I'm the king of Siam, inside.

You know it's strange how
Dirkin and his pal got in here.

I checked the doors and the windows,

and there's no signs of tampering.

Somebody inside conveniently
set the stage for them.

They opened that door with a key.

If Professor Millard was alive,

he'd have said that.

He was sure that Dr.
Vulcan is a member

of Science Assocaites.

And now, I'm sure.

Outside of ourselves, we
have four likely candidates

Professors Bryant, Conway,
Graftner, or Von Strum.

Determine who among them
arranged for Dirkin's visit,

and I think we'll
have found Dr. Vulcan.

That's a large order, Jeff.

I wonder something
happened here this evening

that may tell us who Vulcan really is.

As you know, I was sure
Vulcan's men would try

to get our supply of microfilm.

When I knew they were
inside, I slipped up on them.

Don't move!

Now, Dirkin who paved the
way for you to get in here.

I find my way around pretty
well without anybody's help.

Oh, if that's how you
feel, you'll find your way

into police headquarters with my help.

I'll take this first if you don't mind.

Dirkin had an inside confederate,

a confederate who wore a
distinctive signet ring.

A ring I can't possibly fail to recognize

if I ever see it again.

Well, your chance may come
at tomorrow's general meeting.

It may at that.

Let's go.

Hello Burt.

Good morning.

Gentlemen, Jeff King
has a request to make.

Thank you.

As you know, a theft
occurred here last night

which appears to have been an inside job.

Just to dispel any
possible doubts, I'm going

to ask a favor.

Will you all be kind
enough to place your hands

palms down on the table.

That's a strange request.

Well, I don't understand.

Obviously, we're under suspicion.

What're you trying to prove Jeff?

I'm only trying to clear up something

that has been bothering me.

I'm looking for a man who displayed

an unusual trademark last night.

He made the mistake of wearing
an intricately designed ring

that definitely incriminates him.

And, you are that man Professor Conway.

I...

there must be some mistake.

That's your ring, isn't it?

Well yes, but.

And, you wore is last night,

when you conveniently
turned the lights out

in this room, didn't you?

Are you trying to insinuate that I...

There's no use in denying it.

I'd recognize that ring anyplace.

Perhaps, you'd recognize this?

I was warned about you, King.

You've got to blame somebody
for what happened around here,

but you're not gonna
make me your scape goat.

Put that gun away.

Don't move, any of you!

Yes?

Conway speaking.

I had to call you at that
special number you gave me.

You saw what happened at
the conference meeting.

Certainly.

I warned you that Jeff
King would try to implicate

one of us.

But, he's making a terrible mistake.

Maybe if I went to him
and pleaded for it?

You'd think he'd believe you?

No Martin.

Once King gets his clutches on you,

you're finished.

Then you've got to make him understand.

There must be something you can do.

There is.

Remember our pact to help each other

if an emergency like this ever arose?

Yes.

Yes, of course!

Well, I haven't forgotten it either.

I have a friend living in
town at the Hotel Mesa.

He'll hide you until
this affair is settled.

Go there at once.

Well, thanks.

Thanks.

I'm Professor Conway.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

I was sent here by...

Yes, I know.

I've been through a terrible ordeal.

So, I've heard.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Not there at the desk.

What's that for?

You're going to write a confession

taking the wrap for
everything that's happened

at Science Associates.

I am?

Well, there must be some mistake.

I thought you were a friend that...

Sure, that's why you're here.

Now, get busy on that confession!

You must be mad.

I can't do that.

Does this change your mind?

Start writing.

I'll tell you what to say.

Professor Conway simply
can't be Dr. Vulcan.

He's got to be.

And, once I get a police
report on his whereabouts,

I'll prove it.

Hey Jeff,

the police just located Conway's car

parked in an alley
alongside the Hotel Mesa.

Maybe it was just abandoned there?

I don't think so a plainclothes man

checked on every resident.

A man answering Dirkin's description

occupies a top floor room.

There's your proof.

Dirkin and Vulcan go
together like ham and eggs.

This is a chance to nab both of them!

A story for me!

Let's go!

Glenda, I've asked the
police to keep hands off,

so that Conway's suspicions
won't be aroused.

Now, I'm asking you.

Stay here with Burt.

We understand.

It is better that you do the job alone.

Thanks.

I Martin Conway

am also guilty

of...

Am I glad you're here.

This man was trying to make
me write a false confession

implicating myself
as Dr. Vulcan.

That ring you're wearing

is confession enough.

How can I make you
believe and understand me?

This is a fraternity
ring worn by the members

of a secret scientific club.

There are many of them in existence.

But, yours is the only one

at Science Associates.

No, no, there's one other member

of the associates wears
an identical ring.

Who is that man?

Why it's...

Am I glad you're here.

This man was trying to make
me write a false confession

implicating myself
as Dr. Vulcan.

That ring you're wearing

is confession enough.

How can I make you
believe and understand me?

This is a fraternity
ring worn by the members

of a secret scientific club.

There are many of them in existence.

But, yours is the only one

at Science Associates.

No, no, there's one other member

of the associates wears
an identical ring.

Who is that man?

Why it's...

I can't understand it.

I never noticed Conway wearing the ring

you say you saw in Vulcan's hand.

I don't think that was a coincidence.

Vulcan planted it on Conway
before our last conference.

Then Vulcan had to know
that you'd be looking

for that particular ring at the meeting

where you planned to confront him.

Apparently.

I only told Burt Winslow.

Winslow?

I've always considered Winslow
above suspicion, professor,

but Vulcan invariably
seems to learn of my plans.

I think I'll go back
at the laboratory now

and see if I can find out how he does it.

Well, good luck, Jeff.

A half finished confession of guilt

for all the crimes
against Science Associates

was found in the dead man's room.

Police therefore are convinced
that Professor Conway

was a murderer and saboteur in the pay

of an unfriendly power.

That doesn't make sense, Burt.

Even an absent minded professor

would finish his suicide
note before killing himself.

You think someone else did it?

Yes, the real Dr. Vulcan.

It just occurred to me
that we've been overlooking

the most logical suspect,
Jeff King himself.

Jeff, don't be ridiculous.

But listen, he's the only one besides us

who knew where Conway was hiding.

And, it's obvious Conway's murder

was designed to leave Vulcan free

to make his next move unhampered
by suspicion and vigilance.

Jeff could've planted that ring on Conway

before your meeting.

But, if that was Jeff's plan
why would he let me in on it?

So, you'd back up his
innocence just as you're doing now.

If you want me to prove
to you that Jeff King

is not Dr. Vulcan, we'll go
down to that lab right now

and start an investigation.

Alright.

Hello seven?

This is Jeff King.

I've decided to accept your proposition.

I just completed work on
my ultrasonic firing tube,

and I'm ready to sell it myself

rather than give Vulcan the pleasure.

Don't worry about Science Associates.

I'll tell them the
experiment was a failure.

I'll bring it to the barn
at the old Varich Ranch

at four O'clock.

Hello Dirkin?

You have a job to do at
four O'clock this afternoon.

If Jeff isn't
Dr. Vulcan himself,

he's working for him.

It looks like that's
all the proof we'll need.

All but nabbing him
in that act of selling

that firing tube.

I'm gonna be waiting
for them at the barn.

I want to go too.

Alright, but you can't
go dressed like that.

We'll drive over to the garage,

and we'll try and pick
up some rougher clothes.

Dirkin!

That's right, surprised?

I'm not surprised at
anything Dr. Vulcan does.

Okay, then hand over the firing tube.

Not so fast, Jeff King.

Burt, let me explain to you.

Burt, wait a minute!

Listen to me, listen to me!

I did you traitor.

I heard you talking over the telephone

in the conference room.

But, that was for the
benefit of a hidden microphone.

That package I gave Dirkin contains...

I know what was in that package.

Stop it Burt, stop it!

I hate to do this, pal.

Now, listen to me, Burt.

Dirkin may be leading us
to Vulcan's headquarters.

There's a direction finder
in that package he took

with him.

What?

That's right.

But, Dirkin also took Glenda with him.

Glenda!

Yes, we thought there
was a secret firing tube

in that package.

She was trying to get
it away from Dirkin.

I saw her get into the plane.

Dirkin calling Dr. Vulcan.

Dirkin calling Dr. Vulcan.

This
is Dr. Vulcan.

Come in, Dirkin.

I got that firing tube from Jeff King.

Are you sure he didn't slip you

a concealed direction finder?

Signals are coming over
my radio amplifier.

Standby, I'll check it.

You're right it was a plant.

Throw it overboard

and change your course in
case you're being trailed.

Right.

What's the matter?

Either this detector's gone haywire,

or Dirkin's discovered the
direction finder and ditched it.

Then how are we gonna know
where he's taking Glenda?

You'd better get to the nearest telephone

and call the police aeronautics division.

Tell them I'll contact
their planes by radio

if I can relocate Dirkin on this.

Right.

You're next, sister.

Rocket Man!

Quick jump!

Am I glad you caught up with me again.

It's getting to be a habit

that I'd like to break.

Well, I was only trying to help.

The best thing you can do

is help yourself to a ride back to town.

The highway's right over there.

And, if Burt and Glenda hadn't interfered

we might've known who Dr.
Vulcan is by this time.

Jeff, do you really believe
that Burt's interference

was accidental?

After all, as far as I recall,
you haven't eliminated him

as a suspect.

Burt's been in too many
close scrapes with me.

He's the last one I'd
suspect, but until we know

who Dr. Vulcan is, no
one's beyond suspicion.

I agree with that.

How's the work coming?

I hope to have the sonic
decimater completed before long.

I'm getting anxious to see
what the sun looks like again,

or even the moon.

I can understand how you feel.

But, with Vulcan still at large,

you must remain here in
order to safeguard secrets

such as these.

You're absolutely right, Jeff.

I must remember the
importance of our work.

Thank you, professor.

Well, I'll see you shortly,
and I hope with better news

about our enemy, Dr. Vulcan.

Dirkin
calling Dr. Vulcan.

Go ahead Dirkin.

I just got back here,
but I'd like to take care

of that King character right now.

That might be a wise move.

But, what happened this afternoon,

I believe that King and the
Rocket Man are one and the same.

Then we can
kill two birds with one stone.

We might even make it three.

How do you figure that?

If we put King in a spot

where there's trouble, and
Rocket Man doesn't show up,

then we know that King is the Rocket Man.

Yeah sure, but what's the other gimmick?

There's a new device just completed

by Eastern Electronics which will have

to be transported to the lab.

At the conference
tomorrow, I'll see to it

that King is the one.

The hidden microphone
must've been put there

by a confederate, someone who had

free access to these rooms.

Well, in any event, you've
put him out of business

by cutting his line of communication.

I believe Vulcan has too
many sources of information

to be stopped that easily.

Now, our only protection
against him still lies

in the maintenance of stricter security.

Well, in that case, we
have an immediate problem

to discuss.

Go right ahead, professor.

Well gentlemen, as you all
know, I've just completed

assembling the sonitron
at Eastern Electronics.

It should be brought here
immediately for testing.

Well, that's no great problem.

You forget the tremendous
value of the sonitron

to any foreign power.

Well, why not leave it to King?

Ever since we've appointed
him our director of security,

he's been quite successful in warding off

this unseen enemy.

Well gentlemen, the choice is yours.

Well, I say King.

Agreed.

Thank you.

I'll begin making my
arrangements immediately.

Burt, I want you to go along.

Good, what are the arrangements

Well, I'm not sure yet.

But, suppose you meet
me outside my apartment

at four O'clock.

Sure thing.

Okay, keep your hands
down and your trap shut.

Get in your car.

How 'bout a cigarette, Dirkin?

Okay.

Could use a light.

What bright idea's Dr.
Vulcan dreamed up this time?

It's bright alright.

Three birds with one stone.

I don't get it.

You will, in fact,
King you're going to work

this one out for Dr. Vulcan.

Over my dead body.

That's up to you hero.

And, when we get to Eastern Electronics,

I'm going to be your driver on the truck

that moves the sonitron, got it?

Better play along, because I got a hunch

that Rocket Man ain't gonna show up

to help you out of this one.

Gates, stay out here just in case.

What can I do for you?

I'm Jeff King of Science Associates.

Can I see your credentials?

Yeah, sure.

What about him?

Why, he's my driver.

Okay, it's all set to roll.

I'll get a receipt for you to sign.

Thanks.

Hey Dirkin!

It's Rocket Man, he's headed this way!

They were gonna hijack the truck.

Let me have this, and
you call the police.

Rocket Man!

Rocket Man!

Thanks professor.

I'm afraid we've lost the sonitron,

but at least Vulcan didn't get it.

Well, we can build another.

I guess Dirkin is still
puzzling out who Rocket Man

can be.

We're dealing with a more
cunning brain than Dirkin,

Professor Millard.

It's that cunning brain that's forcing me

to hide out in this cave.

If we could only find some weak spot

in Dr. Vulcan's armor,
some effective way

of blocking his schemes
and drawing him out

into the open.

What if we publicly announced

having created the decimater?

You know, using it as bait for a trap.

That might work.

Vulcan would be bound to try to get it.

But, we'll have to wait
til the machine's finished.

It is finished.

You mean the decimater actually operates

without an X-20 relay tube?

On a small scale.

First, I thought the thromium waves

would escape through the condenser.

Actually, I discovered
they could be transmitted

at reduced strength
through a coil resistor.

With what results?

Watch this.

Know what this is?

Why I'd say it's manganese steal.

Right.

One of the strongest metals known.

Now, just wait a minute.

Watch that steal bar.

That sound is the high
frequency thromium waves

radiating through the coil resistor.

Well, here's what's happened
to your manganese steal,

Jeff,

surprising isn't it?

It's not only surprising professor,

but in the hands of the wrong people,

it could be terrifying.

Now, I have a little surprise for you.

I've completed work on the X-22.

Jeff, do you realize what this means?

We'll possess the most potent weapon

of its kind in existence.

Can you bring me the
tube tomorrow morning?

Well, I don't know about tomorrow.

Vulcan must've figured out
that I'm no Rocket Man.

Every move I make may be watched.

It might not be wise for
me to come here again

for a few days.

It's bad enough being cooped up here,

but to have to stay
underground like a mole

unable to work, Jeff I...

I understand professor.

Well, I guess the time has come

to take Burt and Glenda
into our confidence.

Jeff King to Millard,
come in Professor Millard.

This is Millard.

I'm being followed
just as we figured might happen.

I'm leading whoever it is
out into the back country

on a nice long, wild goose chase.

What about Burt and Glenda?

They're on their way to
the cave in Burt's car.

They have the relay tube with them.

I gave full instructions for finding you.

Splendid!

I'll install the X-22 in the decimater

as soon as they arrive.

Right, see you later.

Hello Dirkin, hello Dirkin?

Dirkin speaking.

Jeff King's playing decoy.

I just listened in on
a radio communication

between him and the
late Professor Millard.

Millard, but he's dead!

He's very much alive.

What's more important
he may be Rocket Man.

Sure, sure he is!

Where's he hiding?

In a cave.

Now, listen carefully.

He's perfected a weapon he once discussed

at Science Associates.

It's known as a decimater.

What do you want us to do?

Bring Millard and the decimater to me.

My directional locator indicates

that the cave is in the neighborhood

of Hermit Mountain.

We'll find him.

Swing around.

Get out.

Alright, King.

Hold him here.

I'll pick up a couple of the boys

and head for Millard's cave.

I can hardly realize
you're actually alive,

Professor Millard.

I have our friend Jeff
King to thank for that.

Ah, the X-22.

Now, we can really put
the decimater to a test.

Might be a long wait, pal.

Better take the load off your feet.

Yeah, think I will.

There with the addition of the X-22,

I believe this is one of
the most deadly machines

ever devised.

Calling Professor
Millard, come in Millard.

Calling Professor Millard,
this is Jeff King.

I'll get it.

Don't bother, I'll get it.

Do you hear me Professor?

What's wrong?

King's broken free,
we've gotta work fast.

Tie up those two.

Sit down.

Over here.

You're coming with us
to visit Dr. Vulcan.

The mountain's melting.

Through there, there
must be an air shaft.

It's jammed.

Save Burt and Glenda.

They're tied up in the cave.

Rocket Man, where's Professor Millard?

He's alright, but the tunnel's

filling with lava.

Hurry Rocket Man.

We're trapped.

Let's try this tunnel.

Let's try this tunnel.

Look through this air shaft quickly.

It'll lead us outside.

Alright King,

now you admit helping
Millard create the illusion

that he was killed by the explosion

in his laboratory several months ago.

Yes, Millard knew it was
Vulcan who tried to kill him,

so he decided to finish
his greatest experiment

underground, free from
Vulcan's interference.

And, he did perfect the
most devastating weapon

known to man.

But, what good will that do man?

The decimater was destroyed.

That's true, but I worked with Millard

on the decimater, and I may
be able to reconstruct it

with the help of our research notes.

Well, if I can be of any help,

it'll be an honor to help you.

Splendid!

Thank you, gentlemen.

For the moment, I'd rather work alone.

If any help is needed, I'll call on you.

You're not gonna leave these things

in here overnight are you?

They'll be as safe
here as any other place, Burt.

This is one of the most
heavily guarded buildings

in the entire Southwest.

Left 38, twice right 13,
right 31, twice left 19.

Left 38, twice right 13,

left 38, right 19.

RFD 48 Mink Shoals.

Over by the desk.

Von Strum, so
you're Dr. Vulcan.

RFD 48 Mink Shoals.

Cut out the double talk.

Why have you been murdering
our best scientists

and stealing their secrets
to sell to foreigners.

RFD 48 Mink Shoals.

Quit stalling, von Strum.

Wait a minute, Burt.

I believe this man's under the influence

of an hypnotic sedative.

Then maybe he
isn't Dr. Vulcan.

I don't think so.

But, let's hope he knows who Vulcan is.

I'll mix an antidote.

We'll find out how much he remembers.

You better standby.

Right.

Here, von Strum.

No, Vulcan!

Who is Vulcan, quickly von Strum?

Who is Dr. Vulcan?

Vulcan, he is...

What?

Jeff, how did I get back here?

Back from where?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

We went to Gramercy's
for lunch, all of us

after the meeting.

And, I don't understand.

I was sitting there
with a cup of tea and...

But, that was hours ago,
can't you recall anything since?

Hours ago?

When you came in here, you were repeating

the combination to the safe,
but as you were leaving

you kept saying RFD 48.

What does that mean?

What does it mean?

I don't know.

I think I do.

Vulcan induced von Strum's hypnosis,

gave him orders to steal
Professor Millard's papers

and deliver them to the
address on Mink Shoals.

Do you know what that is?

Yes, a few miles South of here.

And, I'll find out
exactly where RFD 48 is

in the morning when
the post office opens.

I'm going to deliver
these papers to Vulcan.

But, what about von Strum?

I think Glenda will let us hide him

in her apartment where
he'll be safe from Vulcan,

and where you can keep
trying to revive his memory.

Good idea, come on professor.

Walk up to the highway
and look out for von Strum.

I'll be inside.

Professor von Strum?

Hey, you ain't the professor.

Any sign of the professor?

Yes, von Strum's under guard.

I'd hoped your boss himself would show up

at that safe.

What are you talking about King?

Dr. Vulcan, I want him.

Look around, there's
no Dr. Vulcan here.

You know where he is, and you're gonna

take me to him.

Stand up.

You win King.

I'll take you to Vulcan.

Alright, outside, and take it easy.

Hey Turkey, keep him pinned down here.

Dirkin calling Dr. Vulcan.

Dirkin Calling Dr. Vulcan.

This
is Dr. Vulcan.

Come in, Dirkin.

Your plan backfired.

Jeff King showed up instead of von Strum.

He's holding von Strum some place.

I know.

I've just traced von
Strum to the apartment

of Glenda Thomas.

We must get rid of him before he recalls

what happened to him
while he was with us.

Two of my men are on their way now

to prevent that.

Do you know where Glenda Thomas lives?

Yes, I'll be there in 10
to take over, switching off.

Thank you.

Now, you remember the stranger
leading you into the shack.

Who was waiting inside?

I couldn't see.

I remember there were voices, but I...

It's no use Winslow.

I'm tired.

I just can't remember.

Try harder professor.

Was Dirkin the stranger's name?

Dirkin, yes, I believe that was his name.

Don't move!

You just prolonged the agony, sister.

Rocket Man!

Here he comes, let him have it!

You just prolonged the agony, sister.

Rocket Man!

Here he comes, let him have it!

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

If I could only have gotten here sooner,

I might have prevented this.

Therefore it is adjudged
that death was a homocide

committed by a person or persons unknown

signed forthright, coroner's office.

Those unfortunately are the cold facts.

Another victim added
to Dr. Vulcan's list.

Another sacrifice King!

If you had only enlisted our help,

we wouldn't be faced
with these cold facts.

I don't see where you or
I could've been much help.

But, no matter what dangers lie ahead,

I'm still willing to
trust to King's judgement.

Of course, I'm not blaming you, King,

for these unfortunate occurrences.

I just thought perhaps we
might be of some assistance.

Let's leave it with
the understanding then

that I'll call upon you
whenever I feel you can help.

Fair enough.

Oh, by the way King,
how are you getting on

with rebuilding the decimater?

Well, it's a difficult task, doctor,

but I hope to have some results soon.

Good, good.

I think he may be very surprised

to find out how soon it'll be.

By displacing the sonic vibrator,

I've been able to reset
the safety control.

Now, that's using the old head.

It's also good to feel that the decimater

is beyond the reach
of Dr. Vulcan.

I wish that were true, but it isn't.

Before I can start
testing, I must work out

a protective shield.

What for isn't this
cave protection enough?

No, the fissionary
material used is thromium.

It kicks off ultra radionic waves

that are detectable within
a radius of 100 miles.

And, since I
know Millard was using thromium

in his experiments, I devised
this radionic detector

sensitive enough to pierce
the most powerful shield.

I get the general idea.

By using this gadget, I
can locate the hiding place

where King is working on the decimater.

Precisely.

Look here this dial will be your guide.

Zero point indicating
when you are in the area.

Looks like a cinch.

Up to a point Dirkin.

However, I'm sure King
has protected his workshop

with some warning device.

So, I just barge in and...

You'll use force only as a last resort.

Okay, what have you got in mind?

Take a motorcycle with you on the truck.

Motorcycle?

Yes, and after you located the hideout...

Slow down a little.

Hold it, down that side road to the left.

Alright, pull up behind those trees.

That's the place we want.

Pull up there and stop.

Alright fellas get out the motorcycle.

Well, we're all set.

Someone's at the entrance!

Well, that takes care of him.

I'd feel much better if
we'd had a chance to talk

to the guy first.

Yes, that would've helped, but the camera

we conceal at the entrance
might lead us somewhere.

By George, you're right.

His photo might be an
even better clue for us.

Let's get back and see what we got.

Right.

The decimater it's gone!

I don't get it.

That guy on the motorcycle.

The oldest gag in the world.

He was a decoy to get us away from here.

And, we really fell for it.

But, we better find out
who are visitors were.

But, won't it take
too long to get a print.

No, this camera takes a positive picture.

We can get a photo without a negative

in a couple of minutes.

Bring me that test box, will you?

Look at this.

What's so surprising about seeing Dirkin.

No, not him, the truck!

It must still be in the vicinity,

and the police blockage could trap it.

Emergency, calling
highway patrol, emergency.

Highway patrol answering.

This is King of Science Associates.

A valuable piece of
equipment has been stolen

in a truck license two,
four, three, six eight.

Looks to be about a three
ton truck, steak body

covered with a tarp.

We'll spread a dragnet.

And, from the police report I picked up,

they got a full description of the truck.

I'll run through 'em.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Head for Saddle Pass where
Philips will meet you.

Yeah, right.

Head for Saddle Pass.

It's been half an hour.

We should hear something pretty soon.

Or start building a counter weapon.

Highway patrol calling King.

Come in.

Our patrol has just located your truck

moving along Abbey Road
towards Saddle Pass.

Great, I'll take it from here.

You stay here in case I need a contact.

What can you do alone?

I have a fair idea.

Here's the detonator.

Okay, help him move the decimater.

I'll set this up.

Okay.

Well, we're all set to go.

So will this be

10 seconds after the first
guy to sets foot in here.

From what Dr. Vulcan said,
it'll be either Jeff King

or Rocket Man.

Get the car turned around.

Alright.

The truck's about to blow,

let's get outta here!

Let's get back to the car.

Jeff!

Oh, you, you're Rocket Man!

Yes.

I guess this had to happen.

I should have guessed it before.

But, why did you hide all this from me?

Professor Millard and I thought is wiser

not to tell anyone.

We felt the fewer people who knew,

the better chance we'd
have to unmask Dr. Vulcan.

Then that is Millard's invention?

Yes.

Shortly after he established
himself in that cave

to escape Dr.
Vulcan, I found out

he perfected the flying
suit and volunteered

to test it somewhere.

Well, here it is.

I hope it works.

We'll soon know.

I'll take it with me and test it for you.

Well, stay close to the ground

for the first few flights.

There still may be a few
adjustments to be made.

Right.

By the way, the professors
are likely to be

to move the new rocket to the
proving grounds for testing.

Oh, well be careful, Jeff.

That's the kind of
thing that Dr. Vulcan

could sell to a foreign
nation for a fortune.

Yes, if personal gain is
the motive behind Vulcan,

but we're not sure of that.

In any event, I've had
the demonstration model

loaded aboard an unmarked truck.

It's being kept under armed guard

in a small warehouse in town.

I feel sure Dr. Vulcan
has no idea where it is.

I hope you're right.

I'll let you know about the tests.

That warehouse was where Glenda and I

were to meet you.

Yes.

I had everything set.

And, then somehow Dr.
Vulcan learned of my plans.

How's everything?

Just fine, truck's
ready and waiting for you.

Good.

We'll take care of him.

Get that truck!

I realized the rocket suit
was an untried experiment,

but with it, I stood an outside chance

of overtaking that truck.

Glenda and I saw you flying away,

but we had not idea who it was.

Then what happened, Jeff?

I actually spotted
the truck from the air.

What's that?

Hey, what's going on back there.

If that torpedo
lands in any populated area,

you'll be guilty of mass murder.

My escape from the explosion concussion

was pure luck.

I'll bet you got another
scare when you learned

Glenda had snapped your
picture as Rocket Man.

I was even more afraid
when Dr. Vulcan learned of it

and sent Dirkin to her apartment.

He stole a negative and escaped.

But, Glenda went after him.

And, you went after her.

Yes as Rocket Man.

It's frozen.

It won't turn!

Jump!

Dirkin escaped with that microfilm,

but later, it was destroyed,
so Vulcan never succeeded

in using it.

It all adds up to the
fact that someone who's been

seated at our conference
table is behind all this.

Leaving us, for the moment, with a choice

of either Bryant or Graftner.

We'll nail one of them sooner or later.

It had better be sooner.

With that decimater
in Dr. Vulcan's hands,

his power for evil is unlimited.

Couldn't we trace the machine
through its thromium rays?

Not if Vulcan is smart enough to develop

a device for screening
the wave emanations.

Looks like we're licked.

It only looks like it.

I'm conducting an investigation

that should tell us very shortly

which of the two
men is Dr. Vulcan.

Jeff King knows I have the decimater,

and he'll bend every effort to find it

before I can cash in on its value.

There's only one answer.

Jeff King must die.

Yes, but how?

We've already tried a
dozen ways to kill him.

There's one way we haven't tried.

I'll arrange for King
to be called into town.

I want you to...

Hello, Jeff.

Hello, Glenda.

Where you going?

Into town to meet Professor Moore.

He phoned that he wanted to see me

on a matter of vital importance.

You're not going to town with that?

No, I guess not.

Never mind, we'll run
you into town in my car.

Oh, thanks anyway,
but I'll take this cab.

Taxi!

Bye.

Oasis Hotel.

Don't waste your time, King.

Those doors can be unlocked
only from the outside.

Like your late colleagues,
you're finally being lured

into a position from
which there is no escape.

I'm driving your cab by remote control

watching you take your last ride.

Even Rocket Man cannot help you now.

Oasis Hotel.

Come on.

Don't waste your time, King.

Those door can be unlocked
only from the outside.

I'm driving your cab by remote control

watching you take your last ride.

Drive alongside as close as you can.

We'd better get
him to the hospital, quick!

No, that won't be necessary.

I'll be alright in a minute.

That's powerful stuff.

It's a lucky thing Glenda
saw that driver scoot out

while the cab was still underway.

Yes.

Or, the Vulcan would've
added one more to his list

of victims.

Quite a contraption!

Gas chamber on wheels.

Oh yes, our opposition
no doubt is quite cunning.

I have an idea this time he
might have overplayed his hand.

How so?

Clues, Burt, Clues.

Are you sure that gas didn't affect you?

Not at all.

I've got a hunch it may
have a disastrous affect

on Dr. Vulcan.

In what way?

- Fortunately for us, Dr.
- Vulcan was very obvious.

The first whiff I got of that
gas I knew it was fuminol.

Fuminol?

Why I thought that was
used as a rocket fuel.

Yes, it is.

But, in its vaporized
form it's a deadly gas.

Well, where does that lead us?

Right back to the lab
where we can find out

from what manufacturer
that chemical was ordered,

and then we'll pay them a visit.

That guy has more lives than nine cats.

Worse than that, he has the clue

to my identity.

You mean just because he
knows what kind of gas it was?

I made the mistake of putting through

a personal order for the
chemical used in the cab.

Then you think he can trace that chemical

to where it was manufactured?

I have no doubt about it.

And, even though it is on
the other side of town,

you may still get there ahead of him

and destroy the purchase
record of fuminol.

Don't worry, he won't get
anything that'll hurt us.

Where is the place?

It's the Hunter Chemical Company

at Eighth and Hill Streets.

Okay.

I've got it, Jeff.

That's it alright.

Hunter Chemical Company, Eighth and Hill.

And, if our luck carries,
we'll know who Dr. Vulcan is

very shortly.

Right.

We won't be very long.

Alright.

No sense risking our
necks to get to my car.

We'll use that truck.

You drive, and I'll
cover you from the back.

Vulcan, Dirkin calling.

Yes.

I got those invoices away from Jeff King

and destroyed them.

Excellent Dirkin, excellent.

But, I was also forced to take

that Winslow character along.

Burt Winslow?

Yeah, shall I dump him.

No, no.

He can be of great use to us.

What for?

Live bait for our friend King.

We must get rid of him before
we can use the decimater.

What makes you think
he'll fall for the bait?

Just bring Winslow here.

I'll guarantee that King will come too.

Hello, Jeff.

Hello, Glenda.

Any news about Burt?

Not a word.

Don't you think we
should notify the police?

King speaking.

This
is Dr. Vulcan.

Vulcan!

What is this a hoax?

It concerns the welfare

of your friend Winslow.

I would like to arrange
for his return to you.

I see.

On what terms?

We can discuss those

if you come to 212
Beverley Street at four.

Alone you understand if you
value your friend's life.

But, how can I be sure
Burt is still alive?

You will see him
in the window at five minutes

to four.

Remember come alone, you will be watched.

Burt's life for whatever
fantastic demand Vulcan

can think up.

How can you trust him
to stick to any deal?

He'd just assume kill both of you.

I don't trust him.

The only thing I can do
is try to our smart him.

How?

By getting there ahead of the time

set for the appointment.

Be careful.

I will.

Careful with that photocell.

It's alive now.

I don't like being around
this electrical stuff very much.

Neither will our visitor.

Jeff King should get quite a shock

when he walks through that door.

Guess it works.

You can call Dr. Vulcan now.

Go ahead, Dirkin, draw your gun.

Now, throw it away.

Sit down.

We'll wait for Dr. Vulcan.

Why wait?

I'm right here.

Bryant!

So, you're Dr. Vulcan?

Yes, Dr. Vulcan.

A bizarre name, but
it's what I stand for,

power, the power of steal
forged into what I believe

is right.

Sure, the right of a criminal to steal.

The right of a traitor
to betray his country.

The right of a warped mind that works

toward the destruction of peace.

Now, you've had your
say Mr. Rocket Man

whoever you are, but
they're the last words

you will ever utter.

You came here to save
your friend Jeff King,

but instead you will
proceed him into eternity.

Now, back up right through that door.

Back up!

Bryant!

So, you're Dr. Vulcan.

Yes, Dr. Vulcan.

A bizarre name, but
it's what I stand for,

power, the power of steal
forged into what I believe

is right.

The right of a warped mind

that works toward the
destruction of peace.

Now, you've had your
say Mr. Rocket Man

whoever you are, but
they're the last words

you'll ever utter.

You came here to save
your friend Jeff King,

but instead, you will
proceed him into eternity.

Now, back up right through that door.

Back up!

I'll telephone a description

of Bryant to the police and
ask them to spread a dragnet.

Meanwhile, we'd better search
for Millard's decimater.

Bryant's already shipped it.

I heard him discussing some
fantastic extortion plot

involving the city of New York.

That sounds like Vulcan alright.

Burt, look around for some clue

as to what his plans might be.

Right.

I'm afraid we're too late.

Here's a receipt for a plane
Dirkin rented this morning.

Alright, thank you, Captain.

Two men answering the
descriptions of Bryant and Dirkin

took off in a small cabin
plane almost an hour ago.

New York should be warned that Bryant

may use the decimater
in his extortion plot.

I can still beat Bryant
there in an air liner.

Not without me.

Nor me, this could be
the scoop of my career.

Let's go!

I have actually seen the sonic decimater

begin to turn a mountain of stone

into a sea of molten lava.

Well, there are many mountains of stone

standing in New York city.

And, on your recommendation,
the finest police force

in the land has been
covering every point of entry

for three hours even though
I still believe it's a hoax.

Excuse me, sir.

This just arrived by special delivery.

Perhaps, you weren't unduly alarmed.

Listen to this.

Yours is the wealthiest
city in the world.

I want that wealth.

If you fail to meet my
billion dollar ransom demand

by Wednesday at 2pm, I
will destroy New York City.

Announce your decision
by radio broadcast,

and you will receive
instructions for the delivery

of the ransom.

It's signed Dr. Vulcan.

Well, the man's a maniac.

Yes, but a very dangerous maniac, sir.

Perhaps, you should broadcast
an offer to compromise.

Compromise!

Place the greatest city in the world

in the hands of one
murdering blackmailer?

Never.

Telephone the police commissioner.

Tell him to call out all
reserves and volunteers.

I want them to comb every neighborhood,

every building, every room in this city.

I want them to find this madman

who calls himself Dr. Vulcan.

Jeff King probably has
every cop in the country

looking for us by now.

They won't find us on Fisherman's island.

Just where is this Fisherman's Island.

Oh, about 300 miles off New York harbor.

I still can't figure out how you're going

to use the decimater.

You say it only has a range of 200 miles.

Yes.

Well, New York is 300 miles away.

Come Dirkin, look at this chart.

There on the ocean floor
midway between here

and New York harbor lies
the great Amsterdam Fault.

A volcanic fissure opening
into the subterranean fires

miles below the city of New York.

Now, erosion has sealed up this vent,

but the decimater when trained upon it

will smash through and bring
about the worst earthquake

and tidal wave in the history of America.

Unless my ransom demands are
met by two O'clock today.

Nearly half the city
covered and not a single lead

to Dr. Vulcan or the decimater.

And, it's almost two O'clock.

My detector hasn't picked
up any thromium impluses.

If the decimater is beyond
its range of 250 miles,

I don't think Bryant can
inflict any serious damage.

Well I certainly hope you're right.

It's two O'clock.

Their time is up.

Yes, what?

The naval observatory!

Standby for orders.

The naval observatory is reporting

sudden giant waves
moving in on the harbor

from approximately 300
miles Southeast of here.

Why they've no warning whatsoever!

Do you think Millard's decimater

could cause a thing...

What was that?

It felt like an Earth tremor.

Let's have a look at the chart.

The Amsterdam Fault, that's between here

and Fisherman's Island.

And, I'll bet that's where
Vulcan has the decimater.

I advise you to order the evacuation

of the city immediately.

And, tell them to begin
with the harbor district.

All citizens attention.

New York City must be evacuated at once.

Proceed in an orderly manner
toward the Westchester Hills.

All members of the police
and fire departments

on leave or off duty
will report immediately

to their precinct and company commands.

This is urgent.

What's the delay?

Why don't they put me on the air?

They're trying to
clear a channel for you.

Some of the relays have been disrupted.

They've got to put me through.

This appeal to Dr. Vulcan
may be our last chance

to save the city.

The rocket suit's downstairs in my car.

I'm going to fly to Fisherman's Island.

And if Bryant is there, I'll try

a little personal persuasion.

It might work, Jeff.

Nothing else will.

Burt, you better stand watch here.

Right, Jeff.

Standby, you're on in 10 seconds.

It's dead.

You can't even pay Vulcan to stop now.

There's only one hope.

A squadron of bombers
from the army airbase

may be able to blast Fisherman's Island

right off the map.

You know it's a good
thing I had the foresight

to send those bombers to
destroy the decimater.

But, what about Rocket Man
doesn't he deserve some credit?

What's that?

Oh, he was just wondering if Rocket Man

would remain with us now
that Professor Bryant

has paid for his crimes?

Well, I certainly hope so,
but what has that got to do

with what I was talking about?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Well, then, as I was saying,
this fine administration

will see New York City
rebuilt into the greatest,

the most wonderful, the
finest city the world

has ever known.