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Trailing the radium thieves, Jimmy is caught.

While Superman rounds up the others, Jimmy and his captor drive heedlessly

into deadly danger.

Did you see that sign?

Keep going.

C-3 to headquarters.

C-3 to headquarters.

Come in, C-3. I got the radium, but my car was hit.

Where are you?

On the Air Force's bombing range.

Stand by. I'll bring you in on the space transporter.

Here's the radium.

Superman!

How's that lump on your head?

Oh, feels like I was kissed by a blockbuster. What happened?

Just hang on to your hat.

I'm taking you back to the planet office.

Radium has no effect on Superman.

Quite true. But by combining radium with certain rare elements, I can derive

chemically the one thing that will stop Superman.

Synthetic kryptonite.

Okay. As soon as I have the whole story, I'll call you back.

Just as I drove up, I saw two of them in a getaway car.

Both of you.

Now let's have the story from the beginning, one at a time.

Well, that won't be necessary. I've written a complete story.

Of all the low, down, underhanded tricks.

This is what I call real reporting.

Nice work, Clark.

Oh, it was nothing.

Harry White speaking.

Is that all?

Thanks for the tip.

The police have picked up two men Superman sealed in a car.

Did they talk?

All they could coax out of the two men before they disappeared was the reason

for the radium theft.

The Ataman intends to use it to make synthetic kryptonite. Do you think he

can do it? Whether he can or not, it'll make a great story. Now, here's your

lead, Clark.

Is Superman through?

Ataman claims weapon will stop Superman.

Have it ready for the five-star edition.

Right, Chief.

How long will the fusion process take?

It'll reach furnace heat in 12 minutes.

I admire your confidence in this experiment.

It's hardly an experiment.

I've made it my business to know all about Krypton and Kryptonite.

If Krypton is a lost planet, how do you account for Superman here on Earth?

For years, I've studied the writings of astronomers and scientists.

While most of them have had only fragmentary reports...

I've been able to piece them together and arrive at certain conclusions.

It seems that in the far reaches of space, at a pinpoint of infinity, there

was once a tiny blue star.

Spanning the billions of miles that separated this star from the Earth, they

discovered that it was in reality a planet like our own.

It was the ill-fated planet Krypton, which revolved about the brilliant sun

of its own solar system.

while satellites, like ringed moons in turn, revolved about it.

Krypton was a rugged planet, laced with jagged mountain chains rich in strange

minerals unknown to Earth.

And on a wide plateau lay the capital of Krypton, the nerve center of a

civilization that was far advanced, for it boasted a race of supermen and women.

Among the leaders was Jor-El, the foremost man of science.

His home also served as his laboratory and workshop.

Jor-El's wife, Lara, inspired him in his feverish race to construct a trial

spaceship.

If successful, he planned on building a mammoth fleet to carry the inhabitants

of the doomed planet to safety here on Earth.

How do you know about this?

Knowing that his planet was doomed, Jor-El apparently sent out messages in

cryptonic code.

A ship's wireless operator kept receiving the impulses.

Although he couldn't break down the code, he did make records of them.

These were given to me by the captain of that ship, and I alone succeeded in

deciphering Jor-El's pleas for help.

Jor-El concluded that Krypton was being drawn towards its sun and would one day

explode like a giant bubble and disintegrate.

Then came the day when Jor-El's predictions were verified.

The greatest concern of Jor-El and Lara was for the safety of their infant son.

Yielding to Jor-El's urgent demands, the Council of Krypton convened an emergency

session.

Heed my warning.

This is my final plea.

Time is our mortal enemy.

We must prepare to escape in spaceships without delay.

There is no alternative if our advanced civilization is to endure.

We shall put it to a vote.

Is it the desire of this assembly to concur with Jor-El's proposal to

construct spaceships to remove Krypton's population?

No. No.

No, no.

The council has spoken, Jor-El.

Not spoken, Rosa.

It has pronounced the death sentence for all Krypton.

With each hour, the intensity of the tremors increased.

Krypton became unbearably hot as it was drawn closer to its sun. Jor-El worked

incessantly to complete his tiny spaceship, though he knew that only one

of them could go in it.

Then the fatal moment came.

All Krypton shuddered as it suffered the agonies of doom.

What astronomers mistook for a meteor they could never find was undoubtedly

the spaceship that brought Superman to Earth.

Fusion's complete.

This is synthetic kryptonite. Does it have the power of the original

substance? Why, of course it has.

Then all we have to do is find Superman.

That won't be difficult.

Carl.

Our man Harris is working as a janitor at the Daily Planet. Take this to him.

He'll know how to use it when Superman puts in an appearance.

Yes, sir.

Here's the package you were expecting.

I'll take care of it.

I'll eat with you, Jimmy.

But I'll have to hurry back.

The boss is in a sweat with this story.

You made yourself a deal.

Oh, Mr.

Kent, you're working late.

Yes, I have a story to get out.

You mind if I clean up?

No, not at all. Go ahead.

That stuff, it knocked Clark Kent out.

You know he's supposed to work on Superman.

Well, what does that make Kent?

Well, where is he? He was right here a minute ago.

So Kent is Superman.

You scared that jellyfish reporter so badly he ran out.

You and your bright ideas.

What's that?

The night watchman. Get the stuff we're pulling out of here.

Harris must be sent away.

You shall have another chance.

I'll do anything you say.

Tomorrow, a ship is to be launched at the harbor.

Superman will be the guest of honor.

Here is your plan of operation.

You shouldn't have come today.

I'm not worried with all these people here to protect me. The Ataman may have

synthetic kryptonite.

Even so, I'm not worried.

Ladies and gentlemen of Metropolis, I won't make a speech.

Instead, I give you the man of the hour, Superman.

Friends of Metropolis, I am greatly honored

to have this ship, Man of Steel,

named for me.

And for me.

I'm a doctor. Get back.

This man must be taken to a hospital at once.

We've lost him. I'm sure he was one of the Atom Man's mob.

Well, what are we waiting here for?

This time we got him for good.

Is this the end of Superman?

How can Lois and Jimmy carry on without their powerful ally?

Be sure to see Into the Empty Doom.

Chapter 8 of Atom Man vs.

Superman at this theater next week.