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The Adventures of Superman!

That took on a beating 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.

Step forward.

What's your name, buddy?

Claude James.

Speak up. We can't hear you.

I said Claude James.

Where do you live, Claude?

On Claude 9.

Don't get smart, mister.

Where do you live?

Hotel, 8th Street.

Don't remember the name.

Were you in the First Continental Bank last Tuesday afternoon, Claude?

What would I be doing there?

Trying to make a withdrawal?

With a gun in your hand?

Not me.

I always deal for Metropolis First National.

All right. Step back.

Next.

What's your name, buddy?

Which one?

How many do you have?

Several.

Let's just have one.

Lou. Lou Chambers.

Okay, Lou. Step back.

Don't aim, mister, and let's have it so people can hear it.

I can help out anytime, Inspector.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, son.

Kent, this is my son, Ray.

Yes, we met years ago. How are you, Ray?

Fine, Mr. Kent.

Must be something big up to bring you around.

Oh, that attempted bank stick-up. I needed a few extras to fill in on the

lineup.

Say, you certainly acted the part. What was that business about having several

names? Oh, just something to say, I guess.

Well, all I've got to say is that Claude James is the man. Claude and Muscles

McGurk. Well, you can't find McGurk. And the bank teller won't identify James, is

that right?

That, in a nutshell, is the situation, I'm afraid.

Hmm.

Why, Bill, I didn't know you'd taken up voice culture, old boy.

That's my tape recorder.

Dad promised I could make some recordings of the teletype machine.

I have the only son in captivity whose hobby is collecting sounds.

Sounds? You mean instead of butterflies or stamps, you collect sounds?

It's a super hobby.

Listen, I'll bet even you can't guess what this one is.

Well, it sounds like shots, but I can't figure out what those pings are in

between. It's the sound of bullets bouncing off of Superman's body.

Where did you get that?

I took him along in the squad car.

It just happened that Superman ended up helping us catch a couple of crooks that

night. That kind of stuff is pretty easy to get, actually.

The hard things are the real short, quick sounds.

You mean like single words?

He gets them all. He's got about a million boxes full of sounds on pieces

of tape about that long.

If you spliced them all together, it might be pretty confusing, huh?

Well, you mind if I get set up here just in case the machine goes off?

No, go right ahead.

Only locate muscles McGurk.

Is he really that slippery, Bill?

Well, we think he and Claude James have been pulling jobs around here for years.

But we can't nail him down.

Come in.

I'm just taking him to the lockup, Inspector. But the chief wanted me to

deliver a complete file on this character.

The officer records said that you had it. That's right. I was studying it last

night. That's what I like to hear. A cop doing his homework.

Someday it'll pay off, Claude.

Files in my safe.

Excuse me, son.

Here you are. Thank you, sir.

Does it say in there how I kicked my grandmother down the stairs when I was

two years old? Take him away.

Come on.

He doesn't seem very worried.

Why should he be when he's in the driver's seat?

What is it?

They've captured McGurk.

Oh, boy, and I got it recorded just as it came over.

I'd better get it recorded in the four-star edition. Excuse me.

Well, you better run out on page one and hope it turns out to be something big.

Okay, I'll keep after it, Chief. Should be more details for the next edition.

Sorry we're late, Chief. Just got word you wanted to see us. Here's the glue.

You want it from the... What? Room.

Mr.

Olsen, I've lived a reasonably good life.

I've given money to the poor, taken care of my mother, kept my shoes polished and

my nose clean.

And now I'd like to ask you just one simple little question.

What's the question?

What have I done to deserve you?

You're just lucky, I guess.

Maybe we'd better come back a different time. Say next year.

Chief, I'll be glad to pay for the pot of glue.

No, thank you.

No, thank you.

Get out!

Get out!

Uh, Jimmy.

Jimmy.

I don't think you'd like to be called chief. Now, come on back to my office

and I'll explain your assignment to you.

What's the matter with you? Old maid, old maid. Is that what we're going to

do? Sit around here all day playing old maid?

I like it. But it don't look right.

Listen, McGurk, I've been to a lot of movies, see? And I ain't never seen a

couple of hoodlums like us sitting around playing old maid.

Okay, so we'll play something different.

Jackstross.

Maybe you'd like to go out and have a quick game of hopscotch.

I don't know what's eating you, Claude. I'll tell you what's eating me.

That 5,000 bucks we had to put up for bail. That's all the dough we own.

You're a very difficult guy.

You don't like old maid.

You don't like jack straws. Tell me, how would you like making a chump out of a

cop? An inspector type cop.

You mean like Inspector Henderson?

Uh-huh.

This is the type of game I could really go for.

Okay, you want it, you get it.

Sure, but how are you going to make a chump out of Henderson?

Going to have help.

His own son is going to help us.

I keep it in my room here when I'm not out making recordings.

I don't know what this has to do with the McGurk case.

It has nothing at all to do with the McGurk case. Mr. Kent thought Ray's

hobby of collecting unusual noises would make a good feature story. I agree.

Sit down. I'll play you some of the things that I've got.

I keep all my sounds cataloged in here.

Now, this first one is pretty easy.

I don't know what that is. It's Perry White in a bad mood.

Jimmy and our editor had a little run-in a while ago.

Where on earth did you get a lion roaring?

The zoo, at feeding time.

Try this one.

Wait, Superman, he's coming!

Sounded so real, I forgot it was a recording.

That's one of my favorites, Superman coming to Earth.

Here's one.

Sounds like my alarm going off in the morning.

The bell in the firehouse.

Nope. That's the burglar alarm on Marshall's Credit Jewelry House.

I got the idea because Dad's doing some research on the whole city alarm system.

Now, you'll have to listen real close for this one.

One tick of a watch.

For a feather falling on a haystack?

You've heard them talk about being so quiet you can hear a pin drop?

That's the sound of the pin dropping.

You mean your tape recorder is actually that sensitive?

Sure, Wyatt. It can even pick up sounds that we can't hear.

That's easy. It's a door knock.

Only that one came from the real door. Excuse me.

The front door was open, so I came in.

I'm the guy that called you earlier, remember, kid? Oh, sure.

I'd like you to meet some friends of mine. Never mind.

I'd like to make this little transaction alone.

You heard the man, Jim. Come on.

Okay, kid, get me the tape.

The latest one you've been working on. It's right over here.

Here you are.

Fine.

Here's a hundred bucks, kid.

But remember, mom's the word.

You don't have to worry about a thing.

Thanks a lot.

It's a pleasure.

I'm sorry for the interruption. No harm done.

You know, I think this may turn out to be a bigger story than I thought.

What might be?

Your hobby, of course.

Let's hear some more. All right.

Now, let's face it, Bill. Ever since I wrote that McGurk story, the chief's

been on my neck for the follow-up. The DA's working on it now.

But we can't revoke the bail or submit it to the grand jury until we have

enough evidence.

And I don't think we're going to get it. But why can't you do something more...

Inspector Henderson.

Yes. Yeah, thanks.

What's up, Bill?

There's a special patrolman on duty at the secret weapons laboratory.

He thinks there's some prowlers inside.

Secret weapons lab? But how can anybody break in there without the alarm going

off here at headquarters? I don't know, but I'd better get over there. Want to

come along?

No, I'll see you over there later. Okay.

I guess that's all we can get our mitts on.

Grab a couple and let's blow.

We can turn this burg inside out with these, McGurk.

I'll go out and wire that burglar alarm.

You see what else you can find.

Isn't it a bit late for you to be up?

Stay back, Superman.

This ain't no ordinary gun.

Look, I'll show you.

hurt anybody, Superman. Not even you. But I will if I have to.

I warned you.

It's got to hurt you.

It's got to. It can melt cold steel.

I guess you'll keep until Inspector Henderson gets here.

But someone has a lot of explaining to do.

What am I supposed to do, Kent?

Even with the Claude James in jail, there have been five big robberies in

the last five days.

And each of these places, plus the weapons lab, has an alarm system

connected directly here at headquarters, right?

Right. And each of these systems has been short-circuited so it wouldn't go

off. Am I right?

Right. And that's what I can't understand.

There's only one possible explanation.

Whoever's pulling these jobs knows the weak points in each system.

Therefore, there has to be an information leak somewhere.

All right, Kent.

I've got to tell somebody, so it might as well be you.

Our whole network of burglar alarms is pretty old.

So a couple of weeks ago, I got hold of all the wiring plans.

I studied each one, looking for possible places the lines could be shorted,

particularly from the outside.

That's right. You did study electronics, didn't you? Exactly. So I know what I'm

talking about.

Well, I found a couple of weak spots.

I even used my son's tape recorder to dictate my report and suggestions.

I had a secretary type it out and send it to the mayor.

The plans themselves and a copy of the report are in that safe there.

Are you sure they're still there?

I checked an hour ago. Still there.

But you did put the report on tape, didn't you, Bill? Sure. What's the

matter with that?

Well, I don't like to say this, but I'm afraid I have your information leak for

you.

Well, all right. Let's have it.

I don't like doing this to you, Bill.

I don't like it a little bit.

Hello, son.

Hi, Dad.

What's this all about?

I don't know.

You better explain, Clark.

Well, this morning Lois happened to remember something that ties in.

I'll let her explain.

The other day Jimmy and I saw Ray sell a man a spool of tape for $100.

What's that got to do with it? The report was on tape, remember?

Yeah. Well, the man that bought it was Muscles McGurk.

McGurk? I didn't know he was McGurk.

What was on the tape you sold to McGurk?

Just sounds, that's all.

I told you to erase the tape as soon as I was through with it.

I did, Dad, honest.

I want to believe you, son, but you make it awfully hard.

Why would McGurk be interested in sounds?

I didn't know it was McGurk.

Look, I got a phone call. A guy said he heard about my hobby and wanted to buy a

tape. What for?

Said he was having a party and he wanted to use my sounds for some new sort of a

guessing game.

It doesn't make sense, son.

How would McGurk even know about your hobby?

I don't... Maybe he saw it in the paper, the article Miss Lane wrote.

But the article didn't come out till the next day, Ray.

Dad, I know how it sounds.

But you have to believe me.

I didn't sell you out.

You better go along home, son.

I'll talk to you later.

I, uh, guess I better go too, Bill.

I'm sorry.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Bill.

Hello, Clark.

I've been expecting you.

I know you're going to blame me for a lot of things.

I wish there was some other way to say it, but...

All I can say is I'm sorry.

That's not why I came, Clark.

I'm a cop, you're a reporter. We both have our jobs to do and we both have to

hurt people at times. We'd rather not.

Thanks for letting me off the hook.

Look out there, Bill.

Pretty big town, isn't it?

Too big at times.

Well, what I'm trying to say is somebody gave Muscles McGurk some very valuable

information. All right.

For the present, it looks like it might have been Ray.

But there are over a million people out there.

And it could have been any one of them.

Yeah, but which one?

That's what we've got to find out.

Meanwhile, the important thing is that you realize it couldn't have been Ray.

No son of yours could go wrong, Bill. You know that?

I appreciate you saying that, Clark. I really do.

Of course, in my heart, I know it, too.

I've got to believe it.

You having trouble believing it?

That's my trouble.

In my business, I've seen it happen to lots better men than I am.

Oh, there aren't better men than you are, Bill, and I don't think there's a

better kid than Ray either.

But the kid could have gotten himself in a jam, you know, and even if he is a

good kid, he could have made a mistake.

Anybody can make a mistake.

That's when you've got to really stand behind him.

I intend to.

Ray could be the wrongest kid in the world, but he's still my kid.

But perhaps it's been my fault.

Maybe I failed him.

Nonsense. Well, it hasn't been easy trying to raise the boy without a

mother.

But I've tried, Clark.

I've tried.

And if I have failed... You haven't failed him. It's all going to work out,

I'm sure.

Well, I hope so.

So in the meantime, I've suspended myself from the force. You've done what?

That's what I came to tell you.

There's a lot of things a cop can do, but... arresting his own son isn't one

of them.

Get up, kid.

We're going for a little ride.

A ride?

Where?

I guess I won't hate to tell you.

It's a place called Echo Canyon, nice and quiet.

You'll like it, kid, if you behave.

I ain't going anywhere with you, McGurk.

So you know my name now, huh?

Then you should know I'm not afraid to use this on your old man.

You win.

I've caused him enough trouble as it is already.

I'd sure like to know what this is all about.

Where are we going and why?

Sure, I'll tell you, kid.

But not with that machine running. I don't know what you're talking about.

Then I'll tell you.

You and me are going to take that machine of yours, and we're going to go

to a nice, quiet place with all the tapes.

Then you're going to play me every one of them things.

What good's that going to do you?

Well, if you've got anything on them tapes as valuable as what was on the

first one, I want to know about it. There's nothing on those tapes but

sound. Sure, and that's all that there was on the first one.

Now, I'll take the machine. You pick up the rest of the stuff. Come on, let's

get out of here.

Come on, kid. We haven't got all day.

Hey, what are you doing over there?

Some of these tape ends are loose.

You don't want spools unwinding all over town, do you?

Okay, okay. Well, let's get going.

So when will I be back?

You shouldn't worry about when, kid.

You should worry about if.

Now grab your coat. You might need it.

Of course, I'll be right over.

The boy's gone, Clark.

Doesn't mean he's gone for good, Bill.

His tape recorder's gone.

That's what he took that with him a lot, didn't he?

Sure, but his whole collection of sounds is gone.

They were his most prized possession.

He wouldn't take them unless he were leaving for good.

He does look like he's run away.

And I had finished it.

It also makes him look ten times guiltier.

He didn't leave any notes. I've looked around.

Just a minute. He did leave something.

What's that?

Just two little pieces of tape recording.

They don't tell us anything.

Well, not yet, but let's give it a chance.

Look here, Bill.

See the edges? They're all ragged, like they were torn off in a hurry.

You think he left them deliberately?

Well, there's one way to find out.

We'll go back to the office and borrow the chief's tape recorder.

Then I'll splice these onto a new spool and... Well, we'll hope we hear

something. Then what are we standing here for? Let's go.

For heaven's sakes, Clark, you thread that tape like a man threads a needle.

It's just about through, Lois.

Yeah, I think that's got it.

I thread the two little pieces on the beginning of a new rule.

Well, turn it on, Clark, and let's get it over with.

It sounds to me like... Quiet, you young idiot.

Hello? Hello?

Hello.

Well,

it was worth a try even if it came to nothing.

I don't know, Bill.

When a hunch is all you've got left, I say work on it. Do you still think those

sounds mean something?

An explosion and somebody saying hello.

I don't get it.

Let's try it again.

That's no use. We're up a blind alley.

Lois, get your pad and pencil.

I want you to write down just what everyone says.

Jim, I think I'll start with you. Now, what do those sounds mean to you?

I told you.

An explosion and somebody saying hello.

Just a voice.

Chief? I'll go along with Olsen on the first one.

But the second one, I'd say that Ray was trying to get an echo rather than just a

voice. And I think you're right about the echo.

But the first sounded more like thunder to me. Lois?

It sounded more like a cannon.

Cannon. Let's see what we've got.

Explosion, explosion, thunder, cannon, voice, echo, echo.

Well, where do we go from here?

Well, let's try putting any two together. And remember, they may be

backwards.

Explosion, echo.

Echo, thunder.

Thunder, voice.

Voice, cannon.

Echo, cannon. Voice.

What did you say, Jim?

Echo Canyon.

Clark, that sounds like Echo Canyon.

And that's where Muscles McGurk had a hideout ten years ago.

Now this is beginning to make sense. Why don't you all get down there?

What are you going to do? Well, I have to go down to the jail and check with

McGurk's partner. But never mind about me. I'll see you later. Go on.

Happens to be a parakeet squawking.

One more smart remark and I'm going to get mad.

Here's one you'll enjoy.

Hey, what did I tell you about being a wise guy? It's just the sound of a jail

door closing, Mr. McGirt.

Well, that ain't going to close on me.

Jail door closing.

What's that noise I hear outside?

Oh, I don't know. It's probably the wind.

No, no.

I've heard that sound before.

Sounds like something flying.

That's it.

That's it. It's Superman.

He's flying over the canyon.

Superman? But how can we... I don't know, but I ain't waiting to find out.

Too bad this is just a tape.

I could sure use Superman now.

He can't do this to me.

No, I wouldn't say that. Would you, McGurk?

That kid with his sounds.

Some hobby.

You better find a hobby for yourself.

You're going to have a lot of time on your hands.

I'll bet that reporter Clark Kent had something to do with this.

I'll bet he did.

Now, if you remember, this microphone was on top of this safe when Inspector

Henderson had to open it. I just meant to leave it there for a minute.

Nobody's blaming you for anything, son. We've done too much of that already.

This is the original tape that McGurk bought from Ray. Listen.

Did you hear the tumbler's click?

Four, two, seven. I don't hear anything.

How can you?

Oh, uh, Bill and I listened to that earlier at McGurk's hideout with the

doctor's stethoscope we found there.

Oh, I see. They listened to the tape of the stethoscope, counted the clicks.

That gave them the combination.

And Claude, dressed up like a janitor, got into the office and photographed the

important documents.

They sure came close to getting away with it.

It taught me a lesson.

And I don't mean about police work, either.

Forget it, Dad.

I have.

Incidentally, Mr. Kent, the next time you get in touch with Superman, tell him

I said thanks.

I think he's already had his thanks, Ray.

Don't miss the next real packed episode in the amazing adventures of Superman!

Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

magazine.