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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 bitey 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.

That's the last piece of film I got from her.

Let's see. Today's the 15th.

A week ago Friday.

Ten days.

We haven't had a word from Jim in over a week, either. I ought to have my head

examined. That sister of mine's crazy enough.

I have to send Olsen to Haiti with her.

Two irresponsible nuts.

A fine pair.

The Haitian officials can't find a trace of him?

Nothing. And I've spent $200 on phone calls.

I don't like it, Kent.

I don't like it one bit.

Did you see the face on that voodoo doctor or whatever he was? He knew he

was being photographed.

Chief, suppose I fly down there and just take a look around. It's a good idea.

I have two tickets on the midnight Pan Am clipper.

Two? Yes, I'm going with you.

Now, Chief, you don't have to make the trip. In fact, I'll do much better

alone. I think I can make my own decisions alone.

That's just what I'm afraid of. What? Oh, nothing, Chief, nothing.

I had the boys make a blow-up of this voodoo doctor just in case.

I hope your sister and Jim aren't in his hands. So do I.

Well, you better go home and get packed.

Our plane leaves in 55 minutes.

Right.

This is Haiti, monsieur.

Our police method is somewhat different than those in the United States because

our problems are not the same.

However, my government has instructed me to give every assistance within my

power. This I gladly do. Good. What do you suggest, Mr. Bergeron? What can I

suggest? The gendarmerie has searched the entire island for your sister and

the young man, Olsen. It is unfortunate.

That drum, is that a voodoo drum?

Not, monsieur.

Voodoo is no longer practiced in Haiti, except perhaps in secret.

Sounds like a voodoo drum to me.

That drum is only talking. It's sending a message to someone back in the bush.

Do you understand what it's saying? No, monsieur.

Unfortunately, that course was not included in the curriculum at Harvard

University.

Tambou say two white men talked to Antoine Bougere.

In hotel.

This was taken from the last piece of film my sister sent back to the States.

This would appear to be a voodoo doctor.

But on the other hand, sometimes photographers, how do you say, arrange

such things.

Not my sister.

When she takes a picture of a voodoo doctor, you can be sure it's the McCoy,

the real thing.

If this is a real thing, then your sister's peril is also very real.

But only the ignorant and the superstitious believe in the powers of

voodoo. And the ignorant and superstitious are always dangerous.

If you don't leave me now, I think I'll take a little walk. I'm curious about

that drum.

If you will allow me to suggest, Monsieur, the Haitian bush is not the

best place for a stranger, especially at night. Well, of course not. Stay where

you are.

When we go into the bush, you will take a competent guide with us. I should be

happy to supply a detachment of gendarmes to accompany you, Monsieur.

No, let's leave the police out of this.

Just get me a good guide who speaks English.

I have a hunch if we find this bird, we'll find my sister and Olsen. There

are two men here who know the jungle quite well. An American and an

Englishman. One of them is... Come in. I mean, entree.

I hope I'm not intruding. Certainly not. As a matter of fact, I was about to

mention your name. Oh?

These gentlemen were just inquiring as to someone who could guide them into the

backcountry. Mr. White and Mr. Kent, permit me to introduce Mr. William

Johnson. One of the men I spoke of. How do you do? It's a pleasure, Mr. White.

How do you do? How do you do, Mr. Kent? Won't you sit down, please? Thank you.

I heard some drum talk back in the hills a short time ago.

Said that two white strangers were having a conference with Monsieur

Bergeron here at the hotel.

So I figured I had something to do with the missing photographer and her

assistant. The drums spoke of Miss White?

No, that was merely an assumption of my part.

Which turned out to be correct.

And now that you gentlemen will excuse me, I have some reports to get out.

And if you need any official assistance from the Haitian government, please do

not hesitate to call on me. Thank you. I appreciate it. I'll see you out.

What's that drum saying now, Mr. Johnson?

Oh,

I'm sorry. I wasn't listening to the drum. Did you happen to meet Miss White

while she was here in Cape Haitian? Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting her and

her assistant, Nelson, I believe? Olsen. Jim Olsen. Yes, we met at a party at

Monsieur Bergeret's home.

Incidentally.

Who's this ugly brute?

That's what we came down here to find out.

A burglary tells me you've spent over 12 years down here in Haiti.

Yes, I'm sort of an amateur explorer and do a little writing. Would you be

interested in guiding us into the bush country?

If you're looking for him, Mr. White, he's a Boko, voodoo doctor.

I've managed to stay healthy down here by keeping out of voodoo. You don't

believe in voodoo. I believe in sharp knives and poisons.

If your sister and young Olsen have been unfortunate enough to fall into the

hands of voodoo cultists, my advice to you is to forget about them and go back

to the States. We can do without that kind of advice, Mr. Johnson.

Then at least have the good sense to keep out of the jungle. Let the Haitian

gendarmes have it. That's what they paid for.

Good night, Daniel. Good night.

Well, of all the conceited...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Sorry if I seem to be eavesdropping.

Seem to be?

Matter of fact, I wasn't. Just didn't want to tangle up with Johnson.

We have a tendency to grate on each other's nerves. Who are you and what do

you want?

I'm Dr. Leland Masters.

You're Miss White's brother, I take it? I am.

Strong family resemblance.

Cranial structure very similar.

Anthropologist, I notice these things.

This is Mr. Kent.

Treasury told me about him. He's the Englishman who's familiar with the bush

country. Ought to be.

Spent the last eight years tramping through it, measuring skulls.

Ethnology. Tar some work.

Don't know why I ever took it up.

Dr. Masters, did you hear anything of particular interest to you while you

were standing at that window?

I heard Johnson give you some good advice about staying out of the bush.

Heard him give you some better advice about not getting mixed up in voodoo.

Then I take it you wouldn't be interested in guiding us into the bush

country. I didn't say that.

Said it's a good place to stay away from.

But if you want to go in there looking for your sister and the boy, I'll take

you. Tomorrow morning? 7.30? We'll be ready.

Would you care to go out that way?

No. I'll go to the garden where I came in. Just a moment, Doctor.

How did you know we were here?

I had a rod of drum talking.

I savvy that drum talk.

He doesn't mind.

Johnson left it.

Well, at least we've got a guide.

I wonder... What do you mean?

Ever notice how clean and fresh it is down here, Chief? No soot, no grime.

What? I said no soot, no grime.

Of course not. This is a tropical island, not Pittsburgh.

Well, I think I'll go to bed, Chief.

At 8 o'clock?

What's the matter with you, Kent?

A little while ago you wanted to take a walk, now you want to go to bed.

I'm sorry, but... You've got to stay here and go over those maps with me and

help plan tomorrow's trip into the bush.

Can't we do it in the morning?

All right. I'll do it myself.

Good night, Chief. Good night.

I'm Sir White.

You would like me to remove those heavy iron chains from your wrist?

You still think they are made of paper?

They are not made of paper.

They are made of heavy iron.

Heavy, heavy iron.

Are they not?

Yes.

I will remove them if you will tell me what you were doing in the secret

corridor of the Citadel.

I was taking pictures. Pictures of what?

What secret have you learned?

I don't know.

Tell me!

I don't remember.

Go back then to your cell and think.

And think until you do remember.

Miss White.

Yes?

Those chains on your wrist, they're only paper. You can break them.

No.

They're made of iron.

They're only paper. I'll break them for you. No.

Only Legbu can break these chains.

If anyone else breaks them, I will die.

You won't die? No, no. Please, no.

All right.

I won't touch them.

Tell me, do you know where Jim Olsen is?

You remember Jim Olsen, don't you?

They got you too, huh, Jim?

Superman! You all right? Sure, but golly, how did you ever find me? Never

mind about that now.

What's happened to Miss White? She drank some tea at Brogeret's house.

Tea? Yeah.

I didn't drink any.

I don't know whether Mr. Johnson or Dr. Masters drank any.

They were there at Bergeret's place? Yeah. I know Miss White drank some

because I saw her.

Go on.

Well, there must have been something in it. What makes you think so? Because of

what happened after.

We left Bergeret's place and came up here to the Citadel.

And a bunch of guys jumped out of the bushes and grabbed us. Talk fast.

Someone's coming.

Well, that voodoo man, Legbo, brought us into an underground room.

And he put paper chains on us and told us they were iron. Well, Miss White

believed him, so I figured she must be drugged.

So I pretended like I believed them too, until I could get a chance to beat it

and get help.

Start digging.

Stop digging.

Turn.

Of what hidden things did the woman take pictures?

I don't know.

You know.

I don't... No.

When you find the secret passage to Kristoff's treasure, I will remove this

iron chain.

Yes.

Turn.

Dig.

It's all right. He's gone.

Colin, why didn't you grab him?

That's the guy that's gotten his wife hypnotized or something.

No one can be hypnotized against his will, Jim. Now, you were right the first

time.

She's controlling her mind.

She's drugged. What do we do?

Just keep up your act until I get back.

That leg moves crazy.

Boy, I'd like to get away from here.

You will. Don't worry. Just as soon as I find out who's behind all this.

See you later.

Great Caesar's ghost. Are you going to wear that outfit into the jungle? I

thought it might be better if I waited and talked to Mr. Bergeret. I telephoned

him earlier this morning. He said he'd come over. Do you mean to say you don't

want to go into the jungle?

I think I can do more good here, Chief. Where it's nice and safe.

I have a theory I want to work out.

Sometimes I wonder... What's the use?

Trail of Fog's here.

That one goes to the village of Tiburon.

And that one?

That goes up to the Citadel.

We'd better take the trail to Tiburon. Why not to the Citadel?

There's a lot of bush talk about strange things going on up there.

Probably voodoo. Then we'll go to the Citadel.

I'm sorry to be late, Monsieur Kent, but I was unavoidably detained. That's quite

all right. Tell me, is there a chemist or a chemical laboratory here in Cape

Haitian? No, but there is such a government laboratory in Port-au-Prince.

Do you wish something analyzed?

Yes, I do.

In regard to the disappearance of Mademoiselle White? That's right.

Then permit me to be of assistance.

I will take you to Port-au-Prince immediately in the government plane.

Well, I'm in quite a hurry. Then we will leave at once, and I will personally

introduce you to the government chemist, Dr. Simon Gerard. Thank you.

What's the matter?

This trail is closed.

What do you mean, closed?

That is a voodoo lock of anger. So what?

To cross over one of them is supposed to mean death.

Of all the ridiculous things.

That's what I think of voodoo.

Don't move.

What the... Get your hands up.

I'll be happy to conduct an analysis as quickly as possible, Monsieur Kent.

But these things take time.

Thank you, Dr. Girard. I'll wait.

If you wish.

I have some business to attend to at the courthouse, Monsieur Kent.

I shall rejoin you here later. Thank you.

Looks like he found us.

Why did you come through the bush showing my photograph to natives and

asking where I could be found? What have you done with my sister?

That is an interesting question.

There'll be a lot more interesting questions when the gendarmes get here.

If they do get here, monsieur, they will not find any witnesses to testify

against me.

You are a student of Haitian history, Monsieur le Docteur.

I will spare you so that later you may answer some questions for me.

Thank you.

You will go in there for the present, Monsieur le Docteur.

My advice to you, Mr. White, is to cooperate.

I have another one for you.

Go in quietly, monsieur.

Keith! Keith, it's me, Barry.

Keith, don't you recognize me?

Get in there.

So you knew it was only paper.

Get in there.

This is the most interesting room that you have entered.

It is known as the wine place.

Do you see that small stone gutter and that little hole in the floor?

That is so the wine can run through when the grapes are squeezed.

I am now going to remove the hypnotic spell from Miss White.

And then I'm going to ask her a question.

Upon her answer depend your lives.

But she doesn't know the answer.

It will be most unfortunate for all of you if she does not.

Miss Wyatt, turn toward me.

I only know that when I gave him the result of the analysis, he seemed very

excited and left at once, asking me to tell you that he had to return to Cape

Haitian immediately.

But if he was in such a hurry, why did he not wait for me? I had agreed to

return him by airplane.

What substance was on the handkerchief?

Burnt sienna, cocoa butter, bolognese.

Can you tell me, Mr. Bergeret, what possible significance that could have?

I am not sure, but excuse me, monsieur le docteur. I must return to keep his

cell at once.

taking pictures in the lower corridors, except for photographic interest.

I didn't see any secret doors.

I'm not convinced that you're telling the truth.

So?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to use this room for the same purpose that Henri Christophe used it.

Heavens! Thanks, Superman.

Where's Dr. Masters? Locked behind that stone wall.

What?

Who are you?

That's Superman.

I always thought you were only a legend.

one mixed up in this. I think Dr. Masters knows some of the answers.

You're quite wrong. I know nothing of this. Someone does.

Now watch.

It's Johnson!

I didn't think you were this big a fool.

All this voodoo rigmarole is a blind.

to cover up his attempt to steal the crystal treasure.

I'll find it, Jim. Don't you worry.

But why did you think I knew anything about the treasure? Why?

I saw you swooping around the Citadel with a camera. My sister happens to be a

photographer, and you can't take photographs without a camera. Harry,

don't lose your temper. Lose my temper? I almost lost my life over this imbecile

digging for treasure.

You'll get plenty of digging in prison.

Well, don't be afraid of this tea, Jim. I made it personally.

No, thank you. I think I'll still stick to water.

The prodigal son returns.

Hi, Mr. Kent. Hiya, Jim.

Hello, Miss White. Glad to see you safe and sound.

I'm glad to be safe and sound, Mr. Kent, I assure you.

Where have you been?

Port-au-Prince.

Port-au-Prince, eh? We came close to being crushed to death. We could have

all been killed if it hadn't been for Superman.

Really? Golly, you've never seen anything like it. The walls were closing

in and we were all being crushed.

But, Monsieur Kent, how... How did you get back here so quickly?

I flew.