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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.

Daily Planet, Kent speaking.

Oh, hi, Mr. Kent. This is Jimmy.

I knew you were working late this week, so I thought I'd phone and say hello.

Hello, Jimmy. What do you want? I'm awfully busy.

Why don't you kiss your mother goodnight and go to sleep?

That would be a little difficult.

You see, she's away visiting relatives in Michigan.

I'm staying at the apartment of a friend of hers, old Mrs. Jones.

You wouldn't like to stop by on the way home, would you?

I'd like to, Jimmy, but I can't. I'm very busy. The address is 360 Apple Tree

Lane. It's an old place, stuck between a bunch of warehouses.

All right, Jimmy. Let's have it.

What did you want to see me about?

I don't need you, except I hear noises.

Jimmy, what did you have for dinner?

Well, I had a couple hot dogs, some ice cream, and two pickles, and

I've been reading here a mystery story.

I see.

What you have is indigestion of the imagination.

Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. Just before I leave, I'll give you a ring.

What's your number?

It's Metropolis 71683.

All right.

Now, go to sleep.

Ice cream.

Pickles. I suppose that's it.

What are you looking at?

Who wouldn't get an imagination in this place?

Hey, what goes on here anyway?

Rent, depreciation, bad heating.

Goes on all the time.

No.

I mean those noises in Mrs. Jones' apartment.

No, hot water pipes maybe. Never noticed her complaining.

She's deaf.

It's a blessing in disguise, my boy.

She can't hear the clatter of her own knitting needles.

Well, it was my imagination that knocked that picture off the wall.

Truck going by outside maybe.

Well, unless I'm crazy, that truck just drove into the basement.

All right, I'll go take a look.

I've already been there. It's just a tiny place.

Wait a minute. I'll go with you.

Listen. It's louder.

Mr. Waite, do you hear?

What happened to him? Oh, I didn't... I mean, the kid hurt himself.

He's Superman.

Hello, Jimmy.

Kent said you'd been hearing noises, but he didn't say anything about your seeing

stars. Oh, I'm all right now.

Something hit me.

Same thing happens to me every time I go down in the basement to look at the

furnace. There's a low bridge.

Oh, you mean you just ran into a beam. Yeah, it's only this high. The place

must have been made for midgets.

I guess maybe that was it. I couldn't see anything.

What were you doing down there anyway, Jimmy?

Investigating those noises?

I know you don't believe me, Superman, but I heard them. The kid was right. It

was something.

His name's Timothy.

Best mouse catcher in the business, provided you're in the business of

catching mouses.

I see. The best and the noisiest, I take it. Anything gets between Timothy and a

mouse is a goner.

Including me.

Hello, Timothy.

Hey, you'd better take him to a hospital, I'd say.

Let's see.

No.

No, there's no fracture.

Just an overdose of hot dogs and reckless cats, I'd say.

I'm sorry, Superman.

I guess you shouldn't have bothered.

That's all right, Jimmy. Kent was worried.

He heard something funny when he tried to phone you.

Well, I guess that was my fault. I knocked over the phone when I brought

your friend into the room here. There. Now, you see, Jimmy, there's a logical

explanation for everything.

You try and get some sleep, boy.

Well, we'll get you one more damp cloth, and then it'll be good night.

I must have been crazy last night. I could have sworn there was only one eye.

I'm sorry.

Hey, kid, what's your hurry?

Well, I'm not in any hurry, but the bus I'm trying to catch usually is. Which

house is 360?

That's it right there.

What time is it? It's almost 8 o'clock.

But I think my cooch has got tangled in your fist.

Got entangled, he says.

So he did, didn't he? Is there a back entrance?

Yeah. Where is it?

It's in the back.

And this is the front one?

Well, now, unless they put the front in the back and the back in the front, I'd

say yeah.

I'd say, he says.

Look, what is it you wanted? Nothing, nothing at all. I'm just a friendly

type. Yeah, I should have known by the way you acted.

It was nice seeing you. How could it be nice when it never really happened?

It never really happened?

Yeah, you catch on fast, don't you, kid?

You ain't seen nobody, especially me.

Nobody, especially you.

Yeah, that's right.

You know, if a kid's smart, he can live to be a ripe old age. But if he ain't,

he can get old and die all of a sudden.

Just like that.

Hey, mister.

You see that guy over there?

No.

I guess you didn't.

I guess you didn't.

There you are. Keep the change.

But lady, that's a hundred bucks.

Never mind. Just park here. Wait.

I do not think it will rain today.

Do you?

I must have combed my hair this morning to look like an information booth.

Good.

That's very good.

Watch out, though. The clouds are very near.

What did you say?

He said the clouds are very near.

That's what I thought you said.

Taxi!

You forgot your cloud. I mean package.

Don't you fall.

Who was he?

Who was who?

Well, maybe if I start with an easier question.

Who are you?

Please.

I am the Lady in Black.

Well, really, I'm on my way to work right now.

Please. It is a matter of life and death.

Now, just tell me one thing.

Where is 360 Pear Tree Lane?

That's my place, right?

No. This is Apple Tree Lane.

There's no Pear Tree Lane in Metropolis.

What?

Oh, no.

But an X-40 must have made the same mistake.

X-40? That must either be an airplane or the guy with the glasses.

I'll be late. And with this?

Maybe that other guy made the same mistake.

What?

What other guy?

What he told?

Did he have a scar?

Now, look, lady, are you trying to kid me? Because I don't know whether I'm on

the outside looking in or the inside looking out. I'm sorry. What other man?

That guy right over there.

Turn around, Queen.

Oh, dear, what will I do?

Well, um, if you stick with me, you will be on the next bus to the South Sea

Islands. Oh, no. Get me away from here.

If there were a crowd, we could melt into it.

Shh. He's not looking now. Quick.

I

can't

slip away through the alley.

Fine. The exit's down there at the end of the hall.

So long.

Wait.

It may take me all day to find Pear Tree Lane. Perhaps I should stay here.

Oh, no.

Do I frighten you so?

If only you knew my plight. I've got a few plights of my own to take care of,

lady. Look into my eyes.

Sure.

Deeper.

The light's not very good in here.

I can see well enough to know that I can trust you. Here.

You can trust me, lady, but not with this.

Keep it. Tell no one. I will get in touch with you.

Wait a second.

You cannot betray me.

Lady, wait a minute. You forgot your package.

Hello, Daily Planet.

Give me Mr. Kent.

Oh, Miss Lane, then.

Anybody. Let me talk to anybody.

Superman. I want to talk to Superman.

You tell him this time. It's not my imagination either.

Just hurry.

Oh, come on, Jimmy. I don't believe it.

What do you mean?

Are you kidding?

A lady in black with a dagger yet?

Okay, we've had our laugh. Now, why aren't you here at work?

Jimmy.

Mr. Kent.

Look, you've got to believe me.

I need help. I'm telling you the truth.

Hello?

I must have gotten out of bed on the wrong day.

May I use your phone? There's something wrong with mine.

Hey, Mr. Frank!

Mr. Frank.

Better not be a false alarm. I gotta get back to my feet.

Superman!

Am I glad to see you.

Jimmy, you'd better explain why. He dragged me in here off the street bodily

and told me that somebody was... What did you say he was? I said he was

murdered right in there.

Officer, we're terribly sorry to have bothered you. Well, if there's been a

murder, I've got to report it. There hasn't been, and I'll take it from here.

Thank you just the same.

Superman, you just have to believe me.

Take a look for yourself.

I already have x-ray vision, remember?

But I'm telling you the truth.

Jimmy, did you ever hear the story of the boy that cried wolf just once too

often?

Wait a minute, please.

First, there came the man with the scar.

Then X-40 with the glasses.

Then the lady in black.

Yes, the lady in black, wearing a long black veil with a strange foreign

accent. That's right. She's the one who gave me the package.

Stuffed with money. Thousand dollar bills, generally.

How'd you know?

Jimmy, that tired plot's been keeping mystery writers alive for the past 20

years.

Well, it hasn't done the same thing for Mr. Frank. He's dead.

Yeah? Come in.

Oh, it's you again.

I'm just waiting for the missus to get back with some breakfast. Would you care

for a cup of coffee? No, thank you.

But... But you were dead.

Oh, please, Mr. Frank, why don't you lie down dead like you were when I last saw

you? It would make things so much easier.

How's that head of yours this morning? It's a bad bump you got there.

I know.

You both think I'm crazy.

Well, you're probably right.

Oh, how do you do? How do you do? I don't think you've met the missus.

I tell you right now, Superman, if you're looking for a room, you won't

find one here.

No lobsters this morning, Les.

Miss Frank, you didn't happen to find a dagger sticking in the screen door, did

you? Oh, yeah, sure.

Kids are always putting it there.

But I fixed them.

You know, I wouldn't mind if all this happened at night.

But it's just not decent for it to happen in the broad daylight.

Jimmy, there's only one reason I'm not giving you another lecture right now.

That's because I have to get back to the office. Office?

Yes.

Kent has some work that he has to finish and he can't start unless I'm there to

help him.

I'm sorry to be a trouble to you. Think nothing of it, son.

See, he sure flies pretty.

Yeah.

He won't be back.

I was hoping maybe they'd take the kid to a psychiatrist or something.

It doesn't make any difference if he stays. If he hears a noise and yells for

help, they won't come running this time.

Here's the other one.

Joe couldn't have left that sticking in the door.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't have mixed up those pictures with the eyes in them. I

had to. We had a buyer last night.

That one-eyed thing was worth $5,000 to us.

He shouldn't have stashed it in the old lady's apartment in the first place.

Why not? Best place to hide a picture is in an art gallery.

How was I to know the kid would show up?

Besides, he's so rattled, one more eye isn't going to make any difference.

Oh, eyes, eyes, eyes.

I'm sick of moderns. Then you're like what we're getting tonight.

I located a Rembrandt in the warehouse.

Boys are taking it out through the basement.

Got a good imitation to put in its place, too.

I'll tell you something right now.

That Rembrandt better not have more than two eyes.

The Rembrandt knew what he was doing.

Yeah, so do I.

Tia, we said had lobsters today.

Here we go again.

Nervous Olsen, no doubt.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kent.

I didn't mean to bother you, but I just had to.

Look, you never have been over here. Superman has, but not you.

But I've been spared a wild goose chase.

Hey, Mr. Kent, don't hang up.

I just got to talk to somebody.

All right, Jimmy, you go right ahead and talk. That makes you feel better.

Well, you see him. I just line up on the couch and begin to hear those noises.

There was just a tapping, a scraping, and the voices.

But so faint, I... I couldn't really hear them. There they are.

Look out the right foot.

Move your foot.

If only Superman were here. I can't understand him, but I bet he could.

Jim, be quiet.

Move my foot, he said.

There.

Why don't you keep your eyes open?

How do you expect anybody to see down here? It's so dark.

What did you put on those glasses you had the other day? Boy, did you look

funny. Forget the itch and watch out for those wires. Watch out, he says.

That's what them warehouse people ought to be doing. By the time we get through,

they'll have a vault full of fakes and we'll have a pocket full of dough from

the originals. But what I don't get is why we have to split the dough with them

upstairs. We didn't poke the hole through the basement wall.

Now you've done it.

This is where the telephone wires come in.

Wires, he says.

I fixed them before, didn't I? But what if somebody is talking again?

Oh, relax.

Maybe they ain't broke.

Well, I...

I better go up again and make sure that they keep a sharp eye on that kid.

There. I can't hear him anymore now.

But I know one thing. That cat doesn't talk when he's chasing the mouse.

Hey, Mr. Kent?

Is something wrong with this telephone?

Mr. Kent?

Oh, where are you?

Mr. Kent, I know you think I'm just yelling wolf. I'm not and never have

been.

Look, please, even if you have put the telephone down, would you listen just a

little bit?

That's all set.

She's going to make double sure that kid's going to be out of our hair. You

know, sometimes I think that Mr.

Frank is a genius.

You sit down too much. We have three more pictures in there to switch.

All right, all right.

What's the matter?

I heard something.

Sounded like it came from the other part of the warehouse beyond the vault.

These walls are two feet thick. You can't get nothing for that.

So, Mr. Kent, how can I convince anybody?

Oh, no.

The last time I saw you, you were closely followed by a dagger meant for

me. But you are safe now.

That is what I came to find out. Oh, yeah. Well, you shouldn't have bothered.

A postcard would have done very nicely.

Ah, but a postcard would not make sure that nothing interferes with what is

going on.

Well, uh, just what is going on, lady in black?

Perhaps it is better if I take you with me until this is all over.

Oh, yeah? Well, uh, if you take me with you, it will be all over. Mr. Campbell!

Come see what's going to get through. I can't.

Superman!

Hello, Jimmy.

Looks like I owe you an apology.

You mean I'm not crazy? There really were voices?

Of course there were, Jimmy.

Old Mrs. Jones was deaf or she would have heard them too.

I must have the wrong apartment. Excuse me, please.

I'm sorry, but no.

I do not understand any of this.

That makes two of us.

But why all the cloak and dagger stuff?

In order to gain possession of some very valuable paintings, Jimmy.

When you moved in, they had to try a very fancy trick, and it almost worked.

They had you so framed with excitement that no one would have paid any

attention to you, regardless of how much you cried out for help.

I am sorry.

I do not know about any of this.

No?

You would not touch a lady.

Of course not.

Watch, Jimmy, and I'll show you how things in your imagination can be

completely blown away.

Shall we join the others, Mrs. Frank?

Here, Jimmy, you might want to finish this.

Mr. Kent, are you still there?

Jeepers, did you hear all that?

Sure he did, Jimmy.