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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.

Well, I suppose you all know why we're here.

Sure, we're here to hear the reading of the will of our late lamented cousin,

the famous and rich James Cramor, whom none of us have seen in over 20 years.

Well, that's probably because we all realized he didn't much approve of any

of us. Mickey, a lowly cab driver. What's the matter with driving a cab?

Nothing. Jeff, an underpaid college instructor?

Underpaid, yes, but at least respectable.

And yours truly, Paul Cramor.

I guess I might be called a playboy of sorts.

Nevertheless, as executor of Mr. Craymore's estate, it is my duty to call

you together for the reading of his will.

I thought a lawyer usually did that, not a newspaper editor.

In my youth, I took a degree in law, though I never practiced.

What'd he do, leave it to some home for homeless cats?

He left all his money, one million dollars worth of perfect diamonds, to

one of four persons, you three and a cousin named Jonathan Skagg. Jonathan

Skagg? The Skaggs are another branch of the family, but I never heard of anybody

named Jonathan.

That's not surprising.

He's a hermit.

He spent all his adult life on Dagger Island.

Where's that?

Dagger Island is where the diamonds are buried.

And the terms of the will are that all of the clues shall be given to each of

the four heirs so that each one shall have an equal chance to become sole heir

to one million dollars. Boy, what I wouldn't do for a million dollars.

Now, the clues will be read to you one week from today on Dagger Island.

You mean we got to go to this Dagger Island?

Where's it at?

In the Caribbean. It's a small tropical island, about 10 miles square.

I understand the climate is delightful.

Well, how do we get there?

Transportation has been arranged.

You'll go in a body.

I don't like that word, body.

Just who's supposed to give us these clues, Mr. White? A little green man

from Mars?

No, as a matter of fact, Miss Lane here has the clues in a sealed envelope.

She and Clark Kent, another reporter in this newspaper, have been named umpires

in Mr. Craymore's will.

Well, uh, where is this Clark Kent?

He's on an out-of-town assignment. He couldn't get back in time for today's

meeting.

He'll be here in time to leave with you all next Thursday.

He and Miss Lane have been named as absolute umpires in the treasure hunt.

They will have the authority to disqualify any of the heirs who takes

advantage of the others in an unsportsmanlike or dishonest way.

Well, he sounds like a very important man.

I look forward to meeting this Mr. Kent.

Someone mention my name?

Clark, you can't possibly be back. Why, you are miles away.

Mr. Kent, how could you have gotten back?

Well, this is a modern age, children. Haven't you heard? I flew.

Uh, Kent, these are the Cremor heirs, with the exception of Jonathan Skagg.

Gentlemen? You're familiar with the situation, I believe.

Oh, completely, sir.

Chief, I'll bet you a million dollars this will be a very interesting trip.

Hello? Lois Lane speaking.

Hello, Lois. This is Clark.

Oh, yes, Clark.

Well, I'm just confirming tomorrow's reservations. I'm here at the airport.

Oh, see, we hold on a minute. I'm just right in the middle of a sentence.

Hello?

Lois, can you hear me?

Are you all right, Miss Lane?

Superman.

I guess so.

It was awful. Those hands grabbed me and I couldn't breathe.

I know. They used chloroform.

Then something twice as deadly.

Cyanide gas.

You mean somebody was trying to kill me? I'm afraid so, Miss Lane.

Why don't you go into Mr. White's office and lie down and rest for a while? The

air is much clearer in there.

All right.

I think I'll just stay here and sort of get myself together.

All right, Miss Lane.

Thanks again.

My pleasure. Goodbye.

How did you get back here so fast?

Well, what do you mean?

Golly, Miss Lynn, what's the matter?

Oh, a little rocky, I guess.

Somebody just tried to kill me.

What? They tried to... Great Caesar's ghost, who tried to kill you? Well,

whoever it was didn't leave his calling card. But he did take something. The

envelope with the clues to the treasure hunt.

Well, obviously it was one of the three cousins.

He wanted to steal the clues and beat the others to the treasure.

There's just one thing.

Actually, he hasn't got the clues.

The envelope in my purse was just full of blank paper.

But the real envelope is in the office safe.

How did you know?

It figures.

One thing we know for sure.

We will have a killer with us on Dagger Island.

I suggest you watch this watercaster. It's all the water we have with us.

Hey, is that where the hermit lives?

I think it is, Jim. Shall we go?

kitten boodle. Hey, now, just a minute. Now, don't get smart with me, young

fella. Are you Jonathan Skagg?

Yeah. And I don't allow no trespassing on Dagger Island.

This is private property.

It belongs to old man Kramar.

Not anymore, it doesn't.

Not since he died.

Kramar dead?

He was just here in his yacht a month ago.

I bet that's when he buried his diamonds.

Diamonds?

I never see them bury any diamonds.

I'm sure glad to hear that.

Otherwise, you just might have gotten an idea about digging them up for yourself.

Why, you miserable... Excuse me, Mr. Skagg.

If I could have a word with you in private, I'd like to explain what we're

doing here on your island.

Yeah.

If I don't like it, Jimmy, I'd experience a head back at the office and

now this awful Skag. Yeah, he could have killed somebody shooting at us that way.

Jeepers, now we got two guys with us that wouldn't stop at anything.

Well, I've managed to pacify Mr.

Skag. Lois, he's offered you the hut for tonight. The rest of us will camp

outside. And we'll give them the treasure clues in the morning.

Mr. Skagg!

Clark!

Mr. Skagg, the water cask in the hut is empty.

Well, that's mighty funny.

I'd swear it was half full.

Well, I hope we brought enough.

Well, I'll make some coffee and find out. Good. I'll go get some wood for

fire.

These are empty.

Sure.

Oh, fine.

And our boat won't be back for a week.

We'd have to be camels to last that long without water.

Whoever did this, Jimmy, didn't plan an hour lasting. He wants all that treasure

for himself.

Much good will do him without water.

I'm sure that he has plenty for himself, whoever he is.

Sheepers, if we could only get word to Superman.

Sonny, on Dagger Island, you can't get word to nobody.

Superman or nobody else.

You know, all of our water comes in from the mainland.

And it's gone.

But you know, there just might be some water over at the ruins.

Ruins? Where?

Well, that's that old Spanish fort across the island. It's right down that,

uh, head of the path.

And, uh, sometimes there's some rainwater collects between the two

walls. But you can't get to it because it's too steep and gnar. Sounds like

it's worth investigating. I think I'll take a look at that old fort. I'll go

with you, Mr. Cairns. Uh, thank you, gentlemen. But, uh, you know, exercise

increases your thirst.

Better conserve your energy. Excuse me.

give considerable to find out which one of you varmints emptied them water

casks. How do we know you didn't do it? Nah.

Oh, I don't think Skaggs bright enough for that.

It's more likely you or Jeff or even myself for that matter.

Nice of you to include yourself, Paul.

Look, even on this kind of an island, we're bound to find fresh water if we

dig deep enough.

Sure. Dig 200 feet straight down to the sand and volcanic rock.

Why don't you get your shovel and go to work?

I hear something funny.

It's nothing but the wind in the trees.

By the way, where's Mr. Kent? He ought to be back by now.

Probably off drinking some of that water he filched from the rest of us. Not

quite accurate, Jeff. I did find some water, however. Water? That's right.

Where'd you find it? By the fort?

No, Lois.

I found a nice, fresh spring and a little clearing hole about a hundred

yards from here.

You said there wasn't any water on this island.

Listen, I know Dagger Island like the back of my hand. And there is no fresh

water on the island.

Well, I'm afraid that you'd better take another look at the back of your hand

and then go take a look at the spring.

It's true, water.

I can't believe it. It popped up all by itself, sudden light.

Or as though Superman had decided to be of some help.

I'm afraid you're incurably romantic, Lois. Let's just be grateful I have to

stumble on the spring.

I'm grateful, all right, but there's just one thing.

Now we'll never know who destroyed our water supply.

Even if it was you, aren't you?

Or Mickey.

Or Cousin Skag.

He lives on this joint, and he didn't even tell us about the spring.

I never knew it was here before.

Nice bunch of relatives I've got.

Well, I say let's fill the cask and get on with the treasure hunt. I need the

money. And I say you're absolutely right.

Lois, I believe you have the sealed envelope.

Oh, I hid the real one. I left it in the coffee pot back at camp. Thought if we

didn't have any water, nobody'd bother the pot.

Smart girl.

Here we go.

All right, gentlemen.

If you're ready, we'll read the clues.

Apparently they're in verse.

You figure them out for the prize of one million dollars in diamonds.

Okay, okay. Let's start with the poetry reading.

Thank you.

My arm is steady, my hand is calm. To find my treasure, look for my palm.

Is that all?

Maybe that's enough.

Hey, sport, you live on this island.

Has it got anything in the shape of a guy's hand? You know, like this.

Don't be ridiculous.

It has nothing to do with the shape of your palm. It has to do with a palm

tree. Oh, that's a big help. There's probably a zillion palm trees on this

island.

There's more, if you care to listen.

It's 20 feet from base to treasure on a line as straight as the eye can measure.

That's interesting, but as Miss Lane pointed out, which palm?

Am I allowed to help?

Why, of course, Jimmy.

Well, I remember reading once about a certain kind of palm that the old

pirates... And explorers used to call the captain's palm.

Well, what about it?

Well, since Mr. Craymore wrote the clues, wouldn't you call him the

captain? How do you distinguish between this captain's palm and any other palm?

Well, it's an albino palm, a freak of nature, a white palm.

Mr. Skagg, is there any such palm on this island?

Yep, yep.

There is.

Well, where is it, sir?

I ain't telling.

I know where it is.

That gives me an edge on the rest of you. Don't be goofy, cousin.

You might as well tell us and save us the time, because we just won't let you

out of our sight.

He's right, Skagg.

Well... I reckon so.

I reckon so.

By golly, there is such a thing.

Somewhere around here, there's a million dollars.

Now, wait a minute. There's one more verse.

The line is straight, but in which direction?

The answer is up to your own selection.

But I don't get it.

Of course, I don't like forging much know-how.

Personally, I'm going to dig.

Well, luckily, the sand's only a couple of feet deep. Can't dig beyond that.

It's solid rock.

You know, uh...

There's something fishy about this whole thing. Why do you say that, Jim? Well,

this business about the captain's palm, the albino tree.

You said you read about it.

I know, but I, uh... I made it all up in my head. You did what? Why?

Well, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to get the ball rolling.

But, Jim, there it is, big as life.

White palm tree.

Yeah. Yippee! Yahoo!

I found him! I found him! You found him? You found what?

The diamond, you silly old coot. I dug him up.

Who are you trying to fool? Let me see them. Come on, Mickey. Show them to us.

Keep away from me. I don't have to show them to anybody.

They're mine. I'm rich. I'm a millionaire.

I wonder if he'd give me an exclusive interview. Hey, wait for me.

So Mickey won the jackpot.

Cab driver with a million dollars.

He'd probably buy himself an air-conditioned cab.

Why not if that's what he wants? He can afford it now.

I'm going back to camp.

Not me.

I'll go down to the beach for a swim.

Now mind the shark.

Sure.

I'll take a sun bath.

You know what?

I got a hunch there's a shenanigan going on here.

What do you mean?

Why do you say that?

Well, you and him is the umpires.

You figure it out.

But it might make the front pages.

Sorry, kid. As the big wheels always say, no comment.

But it could mean my whole career.

If you don't beat it and leave me alone, you ain't going to have nothing but a

past.

Come on now, let's get back to camp.

cost you anything. All you have to do is give me a story about those diamonds

you... Yeah, the diamonds.

Give. Hey, you aren't Mickey.

Mickey didn't have them, so he must have given them to you.

Now, come on, hand them over.

No, he didn't give me anything.

Come on, hand them over.

Look, he didn't give me anything to hand over. Search me.

That's the truth, Mr. Kent. I didn't really dig up any treasure. I just made

out like I found it. In other words, you were just trying to eliminate

competition with the others.

Okay, okay, so I'm a heel, but I'm no killer.

I sure hope that Olsen kid didn't tangle with the guy who slugged me.

Olsen. You mean Jimmy was with you when it happened? Can you get him back to

camp? Yeah.

All right.

All right, Olsen, where are the diamonds?

I told you, I don't know anything.

I've got a chance. You better talk.

I've got nothing to talk about.

I'll give you five seconds, kid.

One, two.

Okay, so I tried to pull the fast one, but it didn't work out.

I'd still like to find the joker who conked me.

I know what you mean.

I knew he didn't find them diamonds.

How did you know?

Oh, I just figured.

Well, anyway, I guess we better start digging again.

I don't think that'll be necessary.

You see, I have a pretty good hunch where those diamonds are.

You do?

I'll wait just a minute.

If I point out the exact spot, do I win?

That's right. According to the rules, if you find the diamonds, you win the

treasure.

Okay. I all remember the part of the verse that goes, the line is straight,

but in which direction? The choice is up to your own selection.

So? What about it?

I say they're 20 feet straight up. And that single white coconut in the white

palm.

She was all climb up and get up. Now wait.

I'll save you the trouble.

Well, I'll be hanged. So they was there.

You should know.

You put in there, Mr. Craymore.

Oh.

So you know who I am. That's right.

How'd you get it?

Well, let's just say that I'm pretty good at seeing through things. Yeah?

Well, I've played my little game.

In fact, the matter is that I painted that palm tree white myself.

But that doesn't change the rules of the treasure hunt.

You solved the riddle, so therefore you're entitled to the treasure.

Well, thank you very much, sir, but these will bring a lot more than I need

right now, so if you don't mind, I think I'll share them with the others.

So that's the reason I set up the deal.

I wanted to find out how you all would react.

Who was a coward?

Who was brave?

Who was selfish?

And who was generous?

And who was a dangerous criminal? That's the one you won't have to bother giving

a share of those diamonds to. It'll have no use for him in prison. Prison? For

what? For what?

For trying to hurt Lois and Jimmy.

For draining our water supply.

And for hitting you on the head.

Who do you think it might be?

By the simple process of elimination, there are only two suspects left.

Myself and Clark Kent.

Nice try, Jeff. But of course, I happen to know that I'm not the guilty party.

You'll have a sweet time trying to prove that I am.

Oh, I don't know. According to Jimmy, the man who tried to kill him should

have blisters on his palms.

Not a blister.

How about you, Jeff?

Still able to hold a gun.

Why wouldn't I do that if I were you?

You're in enough trouble as it is.

Those bullets didn't even hurt you. Fortunately, last night I took the

liberty of removing the slugs from his cartridges.

He was only shooting blanks, but it was enough to convict him.

I might have known you wouldn't walk into a loaded gun.

But you know what's really amazing?

We actually got through this whole thing without any help from Superman.

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