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The fragment glows with its own inner light.

We don't know why.

The exploded parts of Krypton circled the Sun for years in the form of

asteroids. This one eventually came within the Earth's gravitational pull.

Get me the coroner.

Clark Kent just died in my office.

I don't understand it.

A moment ago, I would have sworn that you were dead.

You had no pulse, no respiration.

And you better sit down.

I'm feeling fine now.

Did you put the cover on that meteorite while I was unconscious?

Yes.

Would you mind taking it off again?

Cover it quickly.

Just as I thought.

What do you mean?

It was a meteorite that knocked me out.

How could it affect you and not me?

There's only one reason.

It must be a fragment of the planet Krypton. It is.

That's what makes it the most important find in years.

Even so, you must destroy it.

Have you lost your mind?

To convince you I see, I'll have to do something I've never done before.

Let you in on a secret that's shared by no one else in the world.

Watch.

Would you turn the lights out, please?

Why, certainly.

Superman!

You don't believe me.

Give me a test.

If you are really Superman, you have X-ray vision.

Tell me what's inside that closet.

That's easy.

My X-ray vision has been destroyed.

Must be the effect of that meteorite. No.

That door and the closet are lined with lead for use in certain experiments.

Even X-rays won't pierce lead.

Try the safe.

It's only steel.

Tell me what's inside.

It's filled mostly with papers, scientific notes.

There's also $500 in currency.

Yes, and a couple of postage stamps.

And now, if you want further proof...

No.

I'm satisfied.

You're the only one who knows.

Your secret is safe with me.

Now that I'm convinced, what do you want me to do?

For years I've suspected that I came to Earth from the planet Krypton.

And now this meteorite seems to prove that.

It takes away all my powers that makes me superior to Earth men.

There's no doubt about it.

Washington has selected me to guard the Relativity Reducer Ray.

Nothing must interfere with my ability to discharge my duties.

Your great powers must not be destroyed by the activity of that fragment.

That's right, Professor.

I'll keep the meteorite two days for scientific study.

After that, it shall be dropped in the sea.

You have my word.

Thank you, Professor.

And now I must be leaving.

I found the Jones farm all right, but somebody had already been there and

taken the meteorite away. Who was it?

It was Professor Leeds and his assistant, a Mr. Morgan.

Well, go on. What's the story? What about the meteorite?

Oh, nothing much.

Turned out to be an ordinary one. No importance to it. Did you check with

Leeds on it?

Yes, I went to his office.

You and Kent left here together. How does it happen he has this information

and you haven't?

Um... Something came up and we had to separate. I don't get it.

Oh, excuse me, sir. I have an awful headache.

He has a headache. I'm the one who needs the aspirin.

You know what I think?

What? I think Clark knows something about that meteorite and is holding out

on us.

Oh, you're always thinking Clark is putting one over on you. And most of the

time I'm right.

So you're right.

Joe, look at this ad.

It's in the personal column.

Attention, anyone seeking a vital weakness of his or her enemy, contact

Box 501.

His or her enemy?

That can only mean Superman.

You think it's on the level? I want to find out. I can't overlook any

opportunity to get Superman out of my way.

This might be a police trap for you. Why don't you look into the matter and

report back to me?

All right.

Lois Lane speaking.

Hello.

This is Hawkins, remember?

I've given you tips off before.

Hello, Hawkins. Sure, I remember you. Got any news for me?

There's a guy down here trying to peddle Hawk information.

I can put you in touch with him for a price.

I'll meet you at the usual place.

If you've really got some information, you'll be paid for it.

All right. Bye.

That was Hawkins, the stool pigeon. He claims to have a hot tip.

Can I go with you? Yeah, meet me outside.

Yes, sir.

Help Gladys with her love, Lorne Cobb. It may give you another headache.

Yes, Chief.

Does this guy Hawkins live here?

No, this is his office.

Oh.

Looking for somebody?

Are you trying to scare us?

No. I always look people over before I show myself. Is there somebody after

you?

Quiet, Sprout.

Now, where's the man with the information?

I could show you.

There'll be more. The tip is good.

It is.

A funny acting guy moved into a rooming house near here two days ago.

Come with me. I'll show you the house.

This fellow made the rounds of every store and neighborhood last night. Said

he had information for some enemy. He may mean the Spider Lady. Spider Lady?

You mean the mysterious figure who's supposed to be queen of the underworld?

She's not only supposed to be, she is.

He was looking for someone who'd take him to her.

Maybe through him we can get a line on her.

You better forget about that if you want to stay healthy.

He lives across the street here.

Now take it easy.

He might be watching.

He must have found the man he was looking for. That's Morgan, Professor

Lee's assistant.

What are you doing with Morgan?

You keep out of this.

Hey!

Well, get in the car.

Put blindfolds on them as soon as we get out of town.

Where are we going? We're going down.

Tell the spider lady she has two guests. One of them expected.

They're here.

Who is this girl?

She butted in, so we had to bring her.

I'll question her later.

Just now I'm interested in this man.

Sit down, Mr. Morgan.

I understand you have information to offer.

That's right.

You may remove the blindfold.

It won't do you any good to try to see me.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm the Spider Lady.

Spider-Man. Don't miss A Job for Superman, the fifth smashing chapter of

Superman, at this theater next week.