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The Adventures of Superman.

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.

You're walking down the lines instead of the squares.

That's bad luck.

I told you, stop.

You can't come in here.

This is my house.

It's a nice, peaceful old place.

It's never even been haunted until you people came with your broken mirrors and

your black cats sprinkling salt all over the place.

Keep away, I tell you.

It was the darkest day of my life when I rented the house to you.

Now I'll suffer hard luck the rest of my years. Now, just a minute, sir. We

haven't even been here before.

You haven't?

Maybe we've got the wrong address.

I hope.

No, Jimmy, it's the right place.

720 Weeping Willow Lane.

Your new members?

Well, let me warn you while there's still time. The men who come here are

crazy. They defy the laws of nature. They laugh at the beliefs of man.

They're doomed. You hear what's going on? Mr. Potts, I thought you were told

to stay away from here.

You can't keep me away. This is my property. Now, now, now, we pay our

rent, don't we?

Well, run along, run along.

You can't make me.

Oh, yes, we can. Yes, we can.

Laws of trespass, you know.

New members.

Pay no attention to him.

Follow me.

Follow me.

You'll be sorry.

This is my house.

And mark me.

They'll all be sorry.

Every last one of them who come here.

You too.

Both of you.

This is Friday the 13th, and anyone who defies the 13th will live to regret it.

Or die to regret it.

Phew, what a crazy place.

Well, we came here to get a story, didn't we? Let's go.

That's funny.

Yeah, where'd that little guy go to?

He disappeared.

Well, somebody left the door open.

Jimmy, what's the matter? It's just a black cat, that's all. He walked right

in front of you.

So?

Jimmy, if I thought you were superstitious, I wouldn't have brought

you with me.

Oh, I'm not.

Honest, really.

I'm protected.

Oh, I mean, well, it's just a black cat.

That's what I said.

Well, who are you?

Oh, we're from the Daily Planet, sir.

Oh, yes, of course. You're Mr. Canton. That must be young Olsen. Welcome.

Perry White promised you'd come down this evening.

I'm Bill Green. Green Shoe Stores, you know.

Oh, no, no, no. Come around through there.

Oh, this way. That's right. All right. And then straight toward me.

How do you do, sir?

Welcome.

Thank you.

Jim.

Under the ladder? You know it.

Oh, sure, Mr. Green.

I don't mind.

All our members enter that way.

Welcome. You're a little early for the meeting yet, but welcome to the sacred

halls of the Anti-Superstition Club.

Their motto is down with superstition.

They help expose how silly such fears actually are. It's quite an idea, isn't

it, Jim?

Oh, yes.

But doesn't that ladder ever fall on anybody?

Oh, no.

A bunch of the fellows were tired of the luncheon clubs, so we organized a

midnight snack club. Just a good bunch of guys getting together to have a

little fun.

Oh, uh, we encountered a gentleman on the way in who didn't quite share your

enthusiasm. Oh, I'm sorry about that.

The landlord, I suppose.

He said he owned the place. Poor old coot. His name's Butts. We rented this

place from him so he could hold our meetings here.

I guess he didn't realize what we wanted it for.

Well, he's making some threats, Mr. Green. I think he might try to get even

with you.

Don't be ridiculous.

What can he do?

We're all important businessmen, every one of us. Here, take a look at this

register.

It's just that he's superstitious, that's all. Half-cracked on the idea,

like so many people.

Hates to see us break all these silly little rules.

See a pin and pick it up.

All the day you'll have good luck.

Huh?

There, it's a featuring man on the rug.

Oh, yeah. Oh, no, no.

Don't do that.

See a pin and let it lay.

You'll have bad luck all day.

You don't believe that nonsense, do you? Those pins have been there ever since we

formed the club.

I'm sorry.

They may not be very tidy, Jim, but they're absolutely right.

As a matter of fact, both my editor and I feel very strongly about this story,

Mr. Green. We'd like to see an end of all superstition in the world. What

possible connection can pins and black cats and such have with good fortune?

Exactly. I'm Charlie King, King Chemical.

Oh, it used to be. Well, my plan still had contracts to work on. Yes, sir. This

is Mr. Kett and Mr. Olson, Charlie. How do you do, sir?

Showing them the register?

Yes, after they've signed the guest page.

You're first, Mr. Kett. Oh, here?

If you will, please.

All right, sir.

Thank you, Ed.

Now you, Mr. Olson.

Just here.

Reading? Of course. In the business world, reading is regarded as very bad

luck. We try every day to defy some superstition. Here.

Right over here. Look for yourselves.

Bill Green walked on pavement lines instead of squares all the way to work

today. Here, I'll check in too.

Charlie King.

Charlie King lit 300 cigarettes this week on 100 matches.

Three on a match? You mean you did that 100 times?

Of course he did. Of course he did. And you know something? He won't suffer for

it either.

Yes, Mr. Kent.

That's your story.

Not a single one of us who has broken every superstitious rule you've ever

heard of has suffered for it.

Not a single one of us has had one bit of bad luck as a result.

Why should you? There's no truth in any superstition. Bravo.

I say bravo.

But now to work. Now to work. The meeting room's all ready, Bill.

Frederick's here as our steward. He leads in the cat.

Why don't you show him how the ritual goes, Bill? Oh, I just have enough

captain for the meeting.

Well, never mind about that part of it. She'd probably scratch you anyway.

However, it is a good idea.

First, I'll call the meeting to order in here, and that way it'll be easier to

clean up.

Would you step this way, gentlemen?

Yes.

Are you ready, gentlemen?

Ready. The meeting will now come to order.

Seven years' bad luck?

Nonsense. And now I hop to my place at the head of the table in there.

Hop? Why, of course. Thirteen times.

Not easy for a man of my size. I land on the lines on the floor, the cracks.

Watch me. It's like this.

Call me, Mr. Kent. Maybe that guy outside was right.

These men sure act crazy.

Well, Jimmy, there's a certain amount of nonsense connected with any lodge or

club, isn't there?

What's the matter?

Mr. Green, wait!

The support under that floor isn't very strong.

Well, if that were true, how could you see it from there?

X-ray vision, I suppose.

Well, as a matter of fact... Oh, he's just superstitious.

He's upset seeing us break so many superstitious rules.

They don't deserve to be here.

Go on, show them. Show them we're not afraid, Bill.

You have to be really tough to be a member of this club. You stay here by

the door, Jimmy.

calling Mr. Kent was right.

Mr. Kent?

Where are you?

Mr. Kent?

Oh, right here, Jimmy.

Where were you? Say, uh, Kent, how on earth did you know that floor was going

to break through there?

Well, just a lucky guess.

Don't use that word. Nothing's lucky or unlucky.

Besides, you were walking on the lines instead of squares.

Well, even if I'd fallen clear through, it wouldn't be because I'd broken any

superstition. It's, uh...

Termites, probably.

Too much fools, you mean. I don't blame the poor frog.

Well, no harm done anyway.

Gentlemen, I think we've gotten our story now.

We'll be running along.

Good night. Oh, drop back any time, Mr. Kent, and why don't you let us put you

up for membership?

You're not superstitious.

No, I only believe in the things that men do.

Good night, gentlemen. Jimmy?

Good night.

Well, what's that?

So does Jimmy.

Huh? The stuff that's made when somebody saws wood, and I don't mean termites.

Now, somebody wanted that floor to collapse under Mr. Green.

Oh, Miss Lane, no!

See, I'm not superstitious either.

What's the matter, Jimmy? Make you nervous?

No, of course not.

Besides, I've been carrying that cracked mirror around in my purse for months.

Now tell me the rest of it. Well, Mr. Kent wanted to go out and take another

look at the house. He wanted to see that floor in the daytime.

Has he come back yet?

No. He said if he got any more information, he was going to go to the

police.

Jimmy, why don't you and I run out there?

Oh, well, there's nothing out there. It's just an old house.

If Clark's gone out by himself, you can bet he's after a good story. Why should

we let him get it? I'll finish early, and this afternoon we'll go out and

snoop around.

All right.

And, Jimmy, for heaven's sakes, where did you get that awful habit of sticking

your hands in your pocket?

What are you carrying?

Nothing.

I'm not going to have any trouble with superstitions.

Charlie King lit 300 cigarettes this week on 100 matches.

Yes. Yes, that's what we figured, Tom.

Okay, thanks.

Your guess was right, Kent.

The crime lab sent a man out to look over that basement. He said that support

beam was sawed just recently.

Mm-hmm. Looks like somebody wanted Green to fall through, doesn't it? Looks that

way.

But even if he had, he probably wouldn't have been hurt very badly.

I'd call it more of a crackpot stunt than a murder attempt, wouldn't you?

Yes, but when a crackpot starts off this way, it can get more and more dangerous.

And if he wanted to punish Green for laughing at superstition, all the rest

of the members of the club are in danger, too. And they should be warned.

We'll take care of it.

I'll get the membership list from their register.

And I think I'll pick up that nutty landlord of theirs for questioning.

There doesn't seem to be any answer.

Well, let it ring a few more times. After all, it's pretty important that we

reach all these people.

Hello?

Oh, hello.

Is this Mr. King?

Yes.

Well, hello, Inspector.

Well, no, nothing's happened to me.

Now, really, Inspector, I'm not afraid of any crazy prophecy. Maybe I'm a

little guy like that, Potts.

I'm sorry.

No, there wasn't anything. You still don't think so?

Oh, now, really, Inspector, I think you're getting alarmed over nothing.

Well, we felt we ought to warn some of you leaders of the group.

Yes, I know Bill Green wasn't hurt, but, uh...

I'm not afraid of any fire

here. We're out of business in Missouri as well.

able to save the rest of your buildings.

With all the explosives in this room, you most certainly would have been blown

up.

Great Caesar's ghost.

Two more attempts, eh? Two so far, Mr. Green and Mr. King.

And it couldn't be just luck.

I mean bad luck because they defied superstition. Oh, come on now, Chief.

You don't believe any such nonsense as that, I hope. No, no, of course not.

But it takes human hands to saw wood and start fires.

The point is, Kent...

Where is this lunatic going to strike next, and who's the next victim? I'll

get you the story as fast as it happens. Oh, by the way, you haven't seen Lois or

that young idiot Olsen, have you? No. No, I haven't.

Nobody here either.

You know, Miss Lane, I don't even know what you're looking for.

I guess I'm just curious.

We've been crawling around this place for nearly an hour.

It's going to be dark in a few minutes.

Listen, Jimmy, if there was an attempt on Mr. Green's life last night in this

building, doesn't it seem likely that we'd find some sort of evidence?

Like the saw that was used to cut the flooring or something.

But what if we find a booby trap meant for somebody else?

A booby trap?

I mean, what if one finds us?

Well, I guess it is just a deserted house.

But I want to get a look at that basement.

All right.

But let's hurry.

Oh, that must be their mascot.

Oh, nice kitty.

I wonder who feeds her.

Looks like you do, with your hand.

She tried to scratch me.

Well, let's go, Jimmy. Come on.

Downstairs.

In the hall.

Stop.

Guess it's nothing.

Come on.

We're just letting our imaginations run away with us. All old houses creak.

There'll be numbers around this evening.

All right, we'll be out of the basement by then. Come on.

Well, it's empty, I think.

I hope.

Hi, Janine.

Oh, Clark, what a relief. We heard you before when we were upstairs in that

bedroom.

We're locked in.

I guess it wasn't you after all, was it?

No, Lois, I just got here. I came in the front door.

Clark, what are you looking at?

Well, I'm just surprised at who I see. I mean, I'm surprised to find you here.

Surprised? Well, do something.

Now, don't worry. We'll get out all right. Hurry, the window. Come on.

Oh, the shutter. Now we are trapped.

And you just stand there. I told you not to worry, Lois.

Oh, sure.

The door's a foot thick and so are the walls.

I'm afraid there's nothing much we can do this way.

Are you all right, Jimmy? Yes, I'm all right.

Well, does Superman know we're here?

Yes, he does, Lois, but I'm afraid he can't come out in the open and help us

now. Why not? He's just as much against the silly superstitions as we are.

What on earth?

A horseshoe? I don't know how that happened to get on the floor.

Look in his other pocket. He's got a rabbit's foot and a four-leaf clover.

Oh, no, Jimmy. You carrying good luck charms?

I'm sorry.

I don't really believe in the things.

Say, I'll bet if Superman were here, he'd rub this horseshoe and make a

magnet out of it and help us get out of here.

Superman would knock a hole through the wall, silly. Come on, we'll find a way

out.

Well, Liz, too many people might see him knocking that hole.

Jimmy, did you try this door?

No, but it sounded like he threw the bowl.

Maybe it did, but it's open now.

Oh, good, that does it.

Yes, shall we go?

Your weapon, old boy?

Come on, Jimmy.

Something's wrong with that cat.

Sounds like he's not very happy.

That crazy guy Botts is up there. He must be. Hold it for me.

Another murder's being planned, that's all.

That's all?

Mm-hmm. So we're going to have to do a little planning ourselves.

Let's see.

The members will be coming back to this club in a little while.

Let's go.

He's in there right now. Never mind, Lois. Even if you went in there, Bill,

you wouldn't be able to catch him doing a thing you could arrest him for. You're

crazy. Police radio says some of my boys already have bots cornered.

What? But he's the one that's someplace inside there.

At another house he owns across town on 53rd Street.

Across town?

Listen, Bill, promise me you won't go in that house till I get back. Will you do

that for me?

Okay. Thanks.

Mr. Botts, you're under arrest.

For the last time, Mr. Botts, come out. Give yourself up. I will not.

They're walking on my lawn.

I own this house. I own lots of houses. But you can't come in any of them.

Nobody can.

I'm never going to rent a house again as long as I live.

Nothing but trouble.

You're under arrest, I said.

I guess we're going to have to break the door in.

Don't you dare.

This is private property. You're trespassing. All of you.

I've never been arrested in my life, and I don't intend to start now.

You asked for it.

You better give him the tear gas.

Just hold your breath for a second. I'll inhale the gas.

There, all out the window, Mr. Botts.

Superman! And don't worry, Mr. Botts, you're not going to jail. In fact,

you're not guilty of anything.

But there's another man who's been trying to make it look as though you

were to blame for everything.

Who? Who is it? The same man that's going to be confessing in about five

minutes. Will you excuse me?

All right, Kent, they're all in there with Miss Lane and Jimmy.

Fredericks, King, and Green? That's right.

Although, why should I let you play detective? Because you have no evidence,

that's why. I can tell you who's guilty, but you wouldn't have any case against

him. Come on, and we'll watch him trip himself.

There's the cat. I'd better catch him.

But we can't let her run loose. No, I said.

Just keep an eye on her.

Mr. Kent, what's this all about? We're supposed to be holding a meeting of our

club now.

You know what it's all about.

A murder attempt on Mr. Green and then on Mr. King at his factory.

No. Oh, uh, Inspector.

Uh, we're not upset by this, so why should you be?

Old Botts hates us, and he tried to make us think the superstitions we'd broken

were backfiring against us. That's all. Sure.

Three on a match and stepping on squares instead of on lines.

Yes, he should be taken away somewhere for a long, quiet rest.

He didn't saw the floor or set that fire, gentlemen.

But one of you did.

And took advantage of poor Bott's ravings in order to make it look as

though he were responsible.

I don't understand.

Hey, nothing happened to him yet.

Let's take it easy, Jimmy.

Go over there and sit down, will you?

Gentlemen, will you please sit down?

Take your places.

By the way, Mr.

Fredericks, in your part as steward in this ritual, what happens after the

mirror is broken?

Well, I follow the black cat in and I sit here holding it.

Blast her long claws. Look at my scratches.

Well, gentlemen, I'm going to try and be very quick about this because, you see,

I already know which one is the guilty man.

What?

Come on, Puss.

Come on.

That's a girl. Careful she doesn't scratch you.

Don't worry.

Kent, what's the matter with you? You say that one of us is guilty of these

crazy crimes and you go off chasing a cat.

Well, they're not crazy crimes, Mr. Green. They just seem that way.

And now, I'm going to let your cat pick out the guilty man.

Oh, I ain't afraid of black cats. Even mean ones like that.

Oh, yes, Mr. Fredericks. This cat might have scratched you any time this

evening. But I have another job for her right now, and I think it'll be easy.

You see, when our man wasn't looking, I slipped some catnip in his pockets.

Don't even look in your pockets, please. We'll let the cat do the work.

Well, of all the silly, nonsensical tricks.

Never mind, Mr. Green.

Just watch.

She never did like me.

Perhaps it is, Mr. King. Perhaps it is.

Still, I know you're not superstitious.

And while she may be a little unpleasant still, there's no reason for you to be

afraid of her.

I'm not.

You weren't afraid to set fire to your own factory.

You're crazy.

I'm getting out of here.

Why did you do it?

The insurance?

I didn't do anything.

You can't scare me.

She seems to like you. Why are you so afraid of her?

Here.

He put poison on her claws.

He shouldn't have jumped so far, Mr. King. I wiped it off a long time ago.

All right.

Yes, I did everything.

I was desperate.

I was broke.

I had no orders at the factory.

My whole life was ruined.

I had to do something to cover up.

I had to burn that factory.

If Superman hadn't come along and stopped that fire, I would have

collected a million dollars in insurance.

I guess we can get the rest of this down at headquarters.

Thanks for the confession, Kent.

The rest of you mind coming along for a statement?

You? How did you know I was the one?

Well, maybe I'm lucky or maybe I'm Superman.

Big joke.

You better knock on wood when you say things like that. Come along, all of

you.

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.