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Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound.

Look, up in the sky, it's a bird. It's a plane.

It's Superman.

Yes, it's Superman.

Strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers.

Bend steel in his bare hands.

And who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice,

and the American way.

And now, another exciting episode in The Adventures of Superman.

Good evening, my friends.

This is a sad occasion for one of you and for me.

My third death figure has been completed.

It now becomes my unhappy duty to reveal to you the

person who within the next six months will die.

Curtain.

Daily Planet, read all about it. Paper, Mr. Paper, Daily Planet, read all about

it. I got the Daily Planet paper, read all about it.

I knew John Hurley well.

He was happy, healthy, successful.

He had no reason to kill himself.

Neither did Herbert Fairweather or John Martin.

Who? The two others who committed suicide.

Clark thinks Madam Selina had something to do with it.

Yeah, she predicted all the deaths, you know.

Kent, I'm surprised at you.

Do you actually believe that fortune teller has supernatural powers?

No, Chief. Of course not. It's an old charlatan's trick. They make thousands

of predictions, and if one of them happens to come true, superstitious

idiots are taken in. That's right.

But Madam Selina made only three predictions.

She might have made 300.

We only heard about the ones that came true.

No, Chief.

I've investigated this. So have the police, and they gave her a clean bill

of health.

I'd still like to talk to her. Go ahead. Talk is cheap.

I'll go with you. I thought you didn't see anything in this. But you do, so

I'll just go along for the ride.

If

we'd

like to see Madame Selina, please.

I'm Clark Kent and this is Miss Lane. We're both from the Daily Planet.

If you will wait here, I'll find out whether Madame can see you now.

Thank you.

Well, let's look around.

own hand in January of 1949, four months after Madame Selina predicted my death.

I am John Martin. I departed this life by drowning in April 1951,

exactly six months to the day following Madame Selina's death prediction.

Clark, this is weird.

The madam puts on quite a show, doesn't she?

I am Dr.

John Hurley.

Enough. I know they're just recorded voices, but it's a little too gruesome

for my taste.

Madame Selina will see you now.

Miss Lane and Mr. Kent, my dear. How do you do?

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Tea? No, I don't care for anything.

At first, I was not going to see you.

Your newspaper called me a fortune teller. Well, aren't you?

I am not.

Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Forgive me.

You come to visit me and I am rude.

How may I serve you? We'd like to learn more about your power to predict death.

A vision comes to me.

I hear a voice.

It says, create a wax portrait of this one.

Within six months he will die.

About those three that did die.

Within six months, as I predicted.

Yes. They were all quite famous. Let's see. One was an ex-mayor of Metropolis.

One was a radio commentator. One was a psychiatrist.

Did you know them all quite well?

On the contrary, I never saw them before.

And about this, uh, this voice.

It comes to me as from another world.

Not from a phonograph record? Like the voices in your hall of death?

Any further questions?

Just one more, if you don't mind. Have you received any death visions lately?

Do you expect to?

How can I tell?

Well, if you can't, who can?

Should I receive a command to make another death figure, I will invite you

to the unveiling, Mr. Kent. Thank you.

And you, Miss Lane.

Thank you so much.

So nice of you to visit me. Nice of you to see us.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You never give up, do you?

Listen to this.

The three people who apparently committed suicide were almost the same

height, around 5 feet 8.

And they all weighed close to 150 pounds.

What does that prove?

I'm not sure yet, but I have an idea.

Here you are, kids.

Read them and weep.

I got one, too.

So, Matt and Selina had another vision.

You know what this means, don't you?

No, what?

It could be one of us.

Madam Selina's making her entrance.

I guess the show's about to start.

I have asked you here, representatives of the press and industry, the arts and

sciences, to witness an occult demonstration.

Recently I received a vision and a voice from the beyond

commanded me to create a death figure.

I obeyed the command.

It now becomes my unhappy duty to reveal the figure

of the one who will meet death within the next six months.

Clark, what's the matter with you?

Curtain.

Cleve, it's you.

What kind of nonsense is this? Don't worry, Chief.

Who's worried?

It's ridiculous utter nonsense.

And I'll tell that woman so.

I'm sorry, my friend.

And you're going to be a lot sorrier. I don't like practical jokes.

Unfortunately for you, it's not a joke. It's a farce. And, madam, you are a

fraud. Now, Chief, wait a minute. You keep out of this.

Before my paper gets through with you, madam, you're going to be run out of

town.

Come on, Kent. Lois.

Let's get out of here.

have a bodyguard? Are you crazy?

Why don't you play it safe?

Now look, Chief, I don't for a moment believe in her clairvoyant powers, but

you must admit her three predictions did come true.

Maybe Clark's right, Chief. For the last time, I am not going to jump into

Metropolis Harbor.

I am not going to have a bodyguard, and that's final.

Hello?

Kent, this is Inspector Henderson.

Pick up Miss Lane and get down to headquarters right away.

Something's happened.

Oh, Clark.

White's, aren't they?

Yes.

Inspector, I just can't believe it.

Well, the clerk at the newspaper club said he saw him leave just after 2 a.m.

Said he looked kind of wild or drunk.

Drunk? Perry White was never drunk a day in his life.

Well, several people saw him staggering down the street. They identified him

from his photographs.

And the patrolman on the waterfront saw him jump off the pier.

It isn't true. Clark, it just can't be true. The chief wouldn't commit suicide.

Of course he wouldn't. Come on, I'll drive you home.

I'll see you later.

It's no use. I've been trying to write the chief's obituary. I know.

I've been thinking.

Do you know that all the people that Madame Selina predicted would die jumped

off the same pier?

None of their bodies were ever recovered?

Well, the tide carried them out to sea. Maybe.

But you can't convince me that Madame Selina and her husband don't know a lot

more about this than they're telling.

Do you really think so, Clark?

I'll get this probably for me.

Clark Kent speaking.

Oh, yes, Inspector.

Did you get... Oh, you have.

Good. All right, I'll meet you at the pier.

Inspector Henderson.

He's got the more information. You wait here. I'll be right back.

Six o'clock.

Closing time.

Everyone will have to leave, please.

Yes, dear.

Help me out.

Everybody gone?

Yes, dear. The private museum is doing very well. We've room for three more.

Selina, I wish... I know what you wish, Andrew.

Now close it up and come and make me some coffee.

Thank you.

Lois! Chief!

Thank heaven you've come. Get me out of here.

Well, how did... Well, it's locked.

Chief, how did you get here? What are you... That madwoman has the key.

Get Kent. Call the police.

I don't see anyone.

I turned the light off. I know I did. Look around quickly.

There's no one down here.

There is.

You can see for yourself, my dear. There's no place for anyone to hide. I

know there's someone here.

Look here, Inspector.

See there?

Come here. See along the top of the pilings? Yeah.

The rope, a man could easily pull himself up out of the water and hide

there.

What are you getting at?

Andrew Dawn.

He's about the same build and height as Perry White and those three others.

Andrew Dawn? Who's he?

Madam Selina's husband.

It's fantastic, Inspector, but it just could be. What could be?

Madam Selina's husband.

Impersonating them. If she made wax masks... What are you talking about?

The wax museum. We'd better check it. We already have.

We went over from top to bottom. Well, let's go over it again.

It's a waste of time. You're way off the beam on this. I don't think so, and I'll

tell you why as we go. Come on.

Oh, all right.

Thought you had me trapped, huh?

Thought you were smarter than I.

Well, look at you now.

You're a member of my private wax museum, and you'll stay there till you

die.

Stop it.

Aren't they beautiful?

Stop it, I said.

My private museum.

Living wax figures.

Selena, pull yourself together. You're a mouse, a scared little mouse.

Look at me.

I've got everything.

Because I've got courage, money, power.

Everyone fears me.

And do you know why?

Because they're afraid I'll make a death figure of them.

Looking for some people.

People?

There are no people here.

Only my wife and myself.

Why don't you have a look at their private apartment, Inspector?

Might as well.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

But I'd be happy to show you our living quarters.

My wife is in there now.

Come this way, please.

Go ahead. I'll be right along.

Hannah, what happened?

This is my private museum. This is where I keep my masterpieces.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

It's Superman.

Yes, he's just drugged.

X-ray, X-ray, paper, X-ray. Superman sees five in wax museum.

All's well that ends well.

I've got a little bump here where Don knocked me out just before he took me to

the museum.

Don and his wife will get 20 years for abduction.

They must be out of their minds.

Don isn't out of his mind.

I still can't believe it.

Abducting four people and making it look as though they committed suicide when

all the time that awful woman had them locked in her private waxworks.

Now, Kent had the answer.

That crazy Selina made mass of the people she predicted would die and her

husband impersonated them.

Made it look like they committed suicide.

But why?

Publicity. She did a land office business.

Well, Kent, looks like a party.

What in blazes happened to you at the museum?

Who, me? Yeah, you just disappeared.

You know Clark, Inspector, he's always disappearing.

I'll bet you were hiding behind one of those wax figures.

Behind Superman, Chief.