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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 Tent, 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.

Mr. Kent?

Yes, Jimmy?

You think that's wise?

What? Whistling Yankee Doodle? Is that any way to improve our relations with

our British cousins?

Golly, I didn't think of that.

I think they'll forgive you. Did you get my magazine?

No, sir. They didn't have one in the lobby. I tried a couple of other places,

but uh-uh. What about the stand across the street?

Where? Come here.

Right there.

Oh. And I happen to know they have at least a dozen copies of the magazine I

want. How can you tell that?

That place is five floors down and across the street. Nobody could see that

far. Well, anyway, I'm sure they have one. So how about going down for a look

-see? Hey, our traveler's checks, the ones we left behind in Sweden. How did

they get here?

I arranged to have them flown in.

Flown? Yes, you know, like in an airplane.

Like in Superman, for example?

Jimmy. All right. I'll go look and see if I can find your magazine.

Grappie, that's nice.

Watch your step now. Watch your step. Thank you.

The world's the same all over now, ain't it, Yank? You came all the way over to

London just to get yourself run over in the traffic.

How did you know I was an American?

Oh, let's say I'm clairvoyant-like. You know, the word means seize the future,

seize the past.

I can read your mind. I can tell your fortune. I can speak to your ghost.

That's what it is, Governor.

Clairvoyant. That's the ticket.

Just like the great baffling Brockhurst here.

Him and me are as like as two peas.

That's funny.

What, me taking you for American?

Supposing I admit the truth. No, no, no. I mean that you should mention this

Brockhurst guy. He's the reason I ran across over here from the hotel.

Mr. Kent, he's a friend of mine. Noticed you had a magazine on Brockhurst. Oh,

yeah. Here we are, Governor.

One and six.

Here, this is it, sir. Fight.

Here we are.

Here we are. Hey, what's your honest opinion?

Do you think he will reappear or won't he?

Reappear? Well, Brockhurst's ghost.

You know, his ghost.

Brockhurst's ghost.

His what?

Well, he's been dead for five years now, ain't he?

I guess I'd better read this article. I'm afraid I don't know much about

Brockhurst.

Mr. Kent and me just got back from Sweden.

We went there to cover a story for the Daily Planet.

We're on our way home now.

We're going to take an airplane back in the morning.

To Metropolis.

Jeepers. Ain't that something now?

He was the greatest magician in the world, he was.

But he always said his greatest stunt would be to make his own ghost reappear

after he'd been dead five years.

Oh, that's impossible.

There aren't any such thing as ghosts.

There ain't what?

Let me tell you something, Yank.

You're going back to Metropolis, huh?

Well, I've got as much faith in the good old English ghost as you have in that

there Superman of yours.

Oh, but Superman is real.

Ah, Superman.

I'm telling you, if Brockhurst ever shows up in this afterlife, he'll have a

ghost that'll make your Superman turn pale and shaky.

And I'm warning you, he'll be real, all right.

But, Lois, that's ridiculous.

You tell the chief I don't believe in ghosts.

Clark, Mr. White knows you are planning to come home tomorrow, but this just

means staying over in England another day or two to see this friend of his and

get the story in Brockhurst.

Besides, think how Jimmy would enjoy staying over.

Of course, and so would I.

But not to do a feature on anything that probably won't happen anyway.

That dead magician isn't going to show up as a ghost or anything else, and you

know it.

All right, Clark, but the chief doesn't.

What do you mean?

Mr. White got a letter from his friend, Sir Arthur McCready. He owns some

theaters over there.

He's the one who used to put on the great Brockhurst shows, his manager.

Lois, I know all that.

Brockhurst hated him.

Brockhurst hated everyone.

Brockhurst threatened everyone, too, but that doesn't mean he can do anything

about it.

Sir Arthur wrote that before Brockhurst died, he threatened to kill him. Well,

Sir Arthur is so convinced that this Brockhurst can do anything that he's

even afraid his ghost might kill him.

I mean it.

Sir Arthur wrote the chief to tell him goodbye just in case anything happened.

That does it.

So Jimmy and I have to spend all of our time someplace in the country, wherever

it may be, interviewing an eccentric old man who happens to believe in ghosts.

Well, I... Oh, okay.

Tell the chief we'll do it, but... Well, goodbye.

Did you hear that, Mum?

Someone at the door, Betty, that's all.

No need to get jumpy. You go to your room. I'll answer it.

Inspector Farrington, is that you?

No, my name is Clark Kent.

Good evening.

This is my friend, Jimmy Olsen. Oh, yes.

You're the American who telephoned this afternoon.

That's right. May we come in? Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.

I'm May Bell McCready, Sir Arthur's sister.

How do you do? We just want to see Sir Arthur for just a moment, perhaps a few

questions. No, no, you can't. He's not here.

Didn't he say over the telephone that he was going to be... Thank you very much.

I'm really dreadfully sorry, but it's just impossible. He's not here.

Perhaps he may never be here.

Miss McCready, you seem to believe that something may have happened to Sir

Arthur. What is it?

Oh, how should I know?

My opinion never matters.

Well, when did he leave? Where did he go?

Toward Lemon Regis.

He's just left it. It's down the coast.

Oh, and he drives so horribly, too.

Oh, I see. He's a bad driver, is he?

Well, I shouldn't worry if I were you. You see, we work for a very old and dear

friend of Sir Arthur's. Perhaps you remember him? Yes, yes, Perry White, I

know. But really, there's nothing you can do to help, thank you.

That's why I've sent for Inspector Farrington.

Inspector? Inspector Farrington of Scotland Yard.

Oh. Well, won't you come and sit down?

Well, thank you very much. I feel he's the only one who might help.

At least he won't be afraid of him.

Jeepers, that's Brockhurst, isn't it? Five years we've been happy.

Five years that spiteful soul's been dead.

Left us alone.

What does Brockhurst have to do with your brother's not being here?

Well, he's the one who summoned Arthur.

Summoned? On the telephone.

Do you mean to tell me that you actually believe that a man who's been dead for

so many years could talk to you on the phone? Mr. Kent, I'm so frightened I

don't know what I believe.

But there was a voice on the telephone and Arthur talked to it.

And when he hung up, he was pale as a sheet because he said the voice was his.

And unless he drove down the coast road where he was, something horrible would

happen to this house, to me, to poor Betty and...

Miss McCreary, please sit down. Why would Brockhurst want to harm you or Sir

Arthur? I mean, assuming a ghost could hurt anybody.

If you believe in ghosts... Brockhurst was insane.

He always claimed that Arthur's theatres had cheated him. But it's not true.

Well, never mind that now. I'm going after him.

What? But how can you? Never mind.

I'll try and find him somehow.

Mr. Kent!

Oh, don't cry, Miss McCready.

Oh, he's going to be all right. You mustn't worry.

Willie, don't cry.

He'll be all right.

Sir Arthur.

Sir Arthur.

Do you remember this place, Sir Arthur?

This is the place where I was killed.

Remember?

A lorry struck me down.

Remember? Lord Hurst, where are you? It's not very nice to die all alone

out on the road at night, Sir Arthur.

Be quiet. I didn't kill you. I didn't do anything to you.

Leave us alone.

You never believed I would come back, did you?

Where are you? No one ever believed my magic would be real, did they?

But now they'll believe, won't they?

Have you ever talked to a ghost before, Sir Arthur? No, no, it's not true.

You've no idea what a relief it is you're here, Inspector.

You must feel chilly after your long drive. I'll get you some tea.

Thank you very much. That'll be delightful.

Well, well, laddie, no news of Sir Arthur, eh?

No, sir. And by this time, Mr. Kent's been gone almost half an hour or two.

Well, well, that's not so very long.

Patience, patience.

You didn't see anybody outside when you came in, did you?

Outside? Oh, driving up, you mean? No, no, I came the other way.

That cursed road is absolutely hopeless.

Hello. Sir Arthur McCready's residence.

Are you there?

What happened?

Spotted nothing, I should say.

You mean there wasn't anybody on that line?

Precisely.

Jeepers. Oh, the operator probably got the wrong number.

There's always a logical explanation to everything, you know. No need to get the

wind up.

Sure.

It's just that all this talk about ghosts makes you... Oh, I know, I know.

Nervous chatter from the women, eh?

Well, Scotland Yard's here now, letty.

You and I are grown men.

No such thing as ghosts.

Simple as that.

That's what I say.

Nervous old fellow, Sir Arthur, you know. Always was.

Just like his sister.

He was forever messing about with magicians and mediums and palmists or

some such rot.

But even the newspapers and magazines say that Brockhurst might reappear.

Oh, makes a good story, you know. Yellow journalism, publicity.

The kind of thing that Blighty used to thrive on when he was alive.

And by the way, if it'll make you feel any better, I was there when they buried

him. And to a good depth, too, you know.

He was run over and killed on the coast road by a recklessly driven lorry, poor

chap. I can't say I feel very sorry for him.

Why not?

What sort of a man was Brocklist, anyway?

Well, he was a wonderful magician, none better.

But you know, Lady the Yard had its troubles with him. I suppose, next to

Sir Arthur.

I was the man that Brockhurst hated most.

Ah, perhaps that's you, Mr. Kent.

Hello?

Are you there?

Speak louder, will you?

Yes?

Oh, really?

I beg your pardon?

Of course I remember.

Do you mind repeating what you just said?

Are you all right, Arthur? Yes, my dear.

I'm sure he'll be all right. Careful now, dear.

It was a frightful experience.

Mr. Kent, come here.

Inspector, they're back.

Mr. Kent's all right. Sir Arthur's all right. Please.

Yes, yes, but wait.

Can't you tell me?

I haven't much time, Inspector.

I just wanted to make certain you know who I am.

Yes, but what you just said was that... Yes, the same words I spoke to you once

before.

When we had that little difficulty over the Persian parrot swindle.

There was no one there but you and me.

As I'm sure you'll remember.

Perhaps it will help you to believe that I am.

Who I am.

Eh, Inspector?

But it's not possible. It's not possible.

Hello. Hello.

Happened years ago.

I remember the exact words.

What? No one else could possibly know.

There was no one there but he and I.

It isn't true.

But it must be true.

It proves it, don't you think?

Oh, sorry.

Doesn't make sense. You're Kent, I suppose. That's right.

Well, I... I've been talking to a ghost.

Now, wait just a minute.

Brockhurst. Even his voice, just the same.

In fact, he said he'd show up for me later on.

Well, I'm sorry, Inspector, but I don't believe in ghosts that use telephones.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello? Hello, operator.

Is there any way I can check on the telephone call that just came through

here?

I mean, do you have any records? Do you go through a switchboard or... What?

Oh, I see.

She says no one has used that line for the past several hours.

No one's called that number even.

Well, you don't look like much of a ghost to me.

Good heavens.

Evening, Inspector.

I didn't do nothing.

Just trying to see Sir Arthur, that's all.

Didn't want to run into you, sir. I shouldn't wonder.

I nearly got this man jailed for manslaughter five years ago. I couldn't

quite make the case stick.

It wasn't my fault. It really wasn't.

Let me go, will you?

Five years ago, this man Rocker was driving a lorry down on the coast road.

He struck a man and killed him.

A man by the name of Buckhurst.

Well, it's getting to be a small world, isn't it?

Just what did you want to see Sir Arthur about?

Take it easy with you.

Sounds kind of crazy.

But I was scared, see?

And that's when the voice on the telephone told me to come here.

I didn't think it was right to disobey a ghost.

Bring him inside, Kent.

I didn't only hear him, I saw him.

No one ever knew Brockhurst well, but I did better than most.

I believe you, Governor.

It was he, just floating out there in the sky. That's how we do it. You've

been very upset, Sir Arthur.

Well, if anybody could come back from the dead, he certainly could. Most

wonderful magician whatever lived, that's what I say. I've had enough to

contend with from you. Get out of here and stay out of the neighbourhood.

All right, Governor.

But I can't say I've had a very, very happy time yet, I can say that.

Allow me.

Thank you, Captain.

Good night, Mr. Rockhurst.

Good night.

Oh, he comes. Now, take it easy, Jimmy.

After all, Rockhurst was a magician, wasn't he?

Magicians do things with tricks, don't they?

Yeah, but floating in the sky... Now, I didn't notice anything unusual out there

where Sir Arthur almost had his accident. Of course, I was trying to

help him.

And it did look like he was having a heart attack.

But now I don't think there's any time to lose.

I'm going back and taking another look. Still, a ghost never hurts anybody, does

he? Then why did he collect all these people here that he hated? What do you

think's going to happen here, Jimmy?

I'm sorry that I scare you. What do you want?

I was thinking maybe somebody writing this house phone.

I mean, what I'm looking for is an extension of the telephone in the

sitting room. What?

Another phone on the same line.

Well, there isn't any.

Unless in the carriage house, maybe. It hasn't been used in years. It's all

closed and boarded up.

Out there.

There may be another telephone there.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You're not afraid, are you?

Only fools and babies believe in ghosts.

Too bad you interfered.

You and your friend.

I was arranging such a nice homecoming for them.

All the people I hated.

All the people who made it impossible for me to go on living.

They'd have put me in jail if I had lived.

Did you know that? Nobody ever hurt you. Nobody.

People never understood me.

I wouldn't let them.

I was the greatest magician in the world. You're crazy.

Crazy, am I?

I'll show you.

So that's the point, Sir Arthur.

We're doing everything that we possibly can.

I understand.

Mr. Kent, help!

Mr.

Kent!

Don't move.

Lenny, Lenny! What's the trouble?

Open up there! Come on, open up!

Excuse me, Inspector.

Jim. Jim, where are you?

Stay where you are.

I have a gun that is back.

Brockhurst. Yes, Sir Arthur. The great Brockhurst.

Or his ghost.

You're no ghost, Brockhurst.

Any more than that picture you projected on the clouds for Sir Arthur's benefit.

Very clever.

It's too bad that none of you will live to prove that the great Brockhurst did

not really return from the grave.

You should have held Rocker when you had him. Rocker? You were Rocker.

You forget, I was the greatest illusionist of all time.

Don't come any closer.

You're all here.

All of you.

For the first time you see me as I've always been.

No tricks, no beard.

I even killed a man with a lorry and made you think I was the dead man.

And now I'm going to kill you all.

Every one of you.

I'll blow you higher than the sky.

Me, the great Brockhurst.

Five seconds after I throw the switch, the fuse will detonate the explosive.

I don't mind really dying now.

Because I'm going to take you all with me.

We'll all be real ghosts together.

You know, I still can't figure out how Superman knew we needed him all the way

over here. Well, it's been in all the papers.

Hey, half a minute, Yank. Hello.

Hey, what a bad steer I gave you.

Fizzled out like a Roman candle.

Nothing but a blooming fakery was.

Just a ghost for Scotland Yard. Well, now, I told you there weren't any such

thing as ghosts. Oh, Jimmy, we'd better hurry.

Yeah, we've got to be getting to the airport.

Yeah, half a minute now. I can't have you Yanks going home empty-handed, you

know. Here, just in from the States. Read that.

Okay. Thank you. Cap, I'll be seeing you. Show me out.

Good luck, Yanks.

Hey, happy flying.