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Superman is overcome by synthetic kryptonite. Now, Atom Man's aides take

charge of him, posing as a doctor and ambulance attendants.

Well, what are we waiting here for?

This time, we got him for good.

Superman is here, under control.

Good work, Alba.

Withdraw the Kryptonite rays, so he will recover, slowly.

So, the mighty man of steel has met his master, meek

as a lamb.

Get up.

The last time you stood beneath that ark, you tricked me. And cleverly, I

admit. But this time you shall not escape.

There is no transformer strong enough to develop the energy to control me.

I have a supply of plutonium, thanks to you and your X-ray vision.

With it, I have intensified the electron output of my arc so that nothing can

resist this integration, not even the invincible Superman.

Put him under the arc.

Before you depart for an eternity of aimless wandering into the empty doom,

what have you to say?

Just this.

I'll be back.

only a demonstration.

When the proper time comes, the world will know me as its master.

Albert, help me remove this disguise.

Hey, you two, run, don't walk to White's office. He's been burning up the wires

ever since you called in.

Thank him.

How's Superman?

We don't know.

What do you mean you don't know? When you phoned in, you said he was on the

way to the hospital.

Well, that's what we thought.

I'll check every hospital. We've already done that. He's not in a hospital. Then

where is he? I don't know.

But I have a hunch the atom man does.

Yeah, he probably knocked him out with synthetic kryptonite. Oh, then the

ambulance was a plant.

It looks like it. Well, what are we waiting for? Get busy. Write the story.

I was just thinking this may be the end of Superman.

Maybe, but don't let your personal feelings interfere with your work. If

Clark's out there, send him in.

Okay, Chief.

printers ain't for blood.

That Kent character has a knack for not being around.

These newfangled typewriters.

you know, won't work unless it's plugged in.

Keep going.

You're sure he's not in his apartment?

Well, thanks for your trouble.

Send Lois Lane in here.

Want me, Chief? Yes, I just talked to the superintendent of Clark Kent's

department house. He hasn't been there for two days.

Oh, seems to me he said something about visiting his folks. You're making that

up as you go along.

I was only... Now, why cover for him?

Did it ever occur to you that Clark Kent might be Superman?

I've often wondered about it. Well, before anyone else reaches the same

conclusion, get busy on your typewriter and write the story.

What good's it going to do to unmask Superman?

He's gone anyhow.

Well, I was thinking maybe we should wait until... This is a newspaper, not a

protective society. If I don't publish the story, someone else will.

Our motto is... I know the planet. Always first with the news.

What's up?

The boss has been practicing his arithmetic.

Put two and two together.

Clark plus Superman?

Just keep it down to a loud whisper.

How much does he know?

He's guessing like we are.

Let him guess. That won't hurt anybody.

No. I have orders to put his master deduction into headlines a foot high.

Orders are orders.

If Clark is Superman, we don't have the right to expose his secret.

And if he isn't, why give a big dope a buildup he doesn't deserve?

I think you'd better write the story.

Sure, I'll write the story.

But you're going to see to it that it's never printed.

I am?

Yes, I am.

Here's your storm.

What? This is terrific.

Thanks. May I go now? Stick around, young woman.

Composing room?

Hold the front page for a replay. I'm sending the copy right down.

I know how you feel, Lois. But stories like this are the lifeblood of the

newspaper business.

But Superman is such a nice guy. I know, but you can't hold out on the public

with a story like this.

White speaking.

Mr. White, this is Clark Kent.

Where have you been, Kent?

We've turned the town inside out.

I got in a jam, but I'm on the trail of a big story.

Good. Stay with it. I'll have a rewrite man stand by.

What are you doing with my story?

Forget the replay. Run the front page layout the way you have it.

Just a moment, young lady.

I want you to cover the robbery of the baby laundry.

Get the personal angle.

You mean da-da-goo-goo? The crime against the infant world? Now, none of

your lip.

And that reminds me, Kent didn't tell me where he was.

Trace that last call. When I get hold of Kent, I'll twist him into a pretzel.

May I go now, Superman?

How are you this afternoon, Miss Lane?

How was I?

Terrific. You should be in vaudeville. The boss fell for it like a ton of

bricks. But is he sore?

At whom?

Clark Kent.

Seems he neglected to say where he was.

How about some lunch?

The composing room is waiting for this story.

Be a pal. Run out and get some burgers and coffee. We'll eat here.

How will you have the burgers?

The works.

I'll be back in a flash with the hash.

Jimmy, look.

Yeah, no hands.

Huh?

It's a message from Superman.

Don't you want to call the police? And have all the reporters in town on the

spot? But Superman says... There's one story we're going to break alone.

Coming? You talked me into it. Well, what about the grub? We'll eat it on the

way.

I hope you know what we're doing.

What do we do now?

You sneak up on them from behind while I pull a damsel in distress act.

Oh, just like in the movies.

My car has stalled down the road a bit. I wonder if you could give me some help.

Sorry, lady.

I don't know anything about automobiles.

Couldn't you just give me a push?

Look, lady, if you want help... There's a service station down the road about a

mile.

Well, the age of chivalry has certainly passed.

Sure a lot of switches around here.

Yeah. I wonder which is the main one.

Looking for someone?

The Ataman!

If my memory serves me correctly, you are Miss Lane and Mr.

Olsen of the Daily Planet.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Or am I?

Perhaps I can guess your mission.

You are here to save Superman.

I noticed you were trying to determine which one of those switches would bring

him back.

I admire courage, so I am going to give you a sporting chance.

One of those two switches will free Superman from the empty doom.

The other one will seal his fate forever.

It's up to you to choose the right one.

Are you willing to make the gamble?

Yes. Very well.

Go ahead.

Will Superman be able to return from the empty doom? Is Luthor now to have a free

hand in his mad career?

For the stirring answers, see Superman Crashes Through, Chapter 9 of Atom Man

vs. Superman at this theater next week.