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Jim, I don't think you ought to be sitting in Mr. White's chair with your

feet up on the desk. He wouldn't like it. But Mr. White isn't here. He's miles

away.

Well, I don't think Mr. Kent would like it either.

But Mr. Kent isn't here.

He is now.

And he doesn't like it.

You mean you don't like it? No, because while you're sitting there, I can't.

Excuse me, old boy.

I thought maybe you'd given up being temporary editor of the planet. Oh, no,

no, no. Just getting a new ribbon for my typewriter.

Hey, Mr. Kent, we got the story on those bank robbers Superman just captured ten

minutes ago.

That's pretty fast work.

Hey, speaking of fast work, you should have been there to see Superman.

Yes, Lois, I'm sorry I missed it. Oh, by the way, I want you to play down the

Superman angle on this story, will you?

Yes, sir, Chief.

Oh, incidentally, isn't that about time we found out what happened to the real

chief? Yeah.

He's been gone about two months now.

It's a long time not to be yelled at.

Well, now that you brought it up, I have a surprise for you. We're all going to

pay him a visit this afternoon.

Honestly? Where?

At the cottage.

You mean that little house he built right at the edge of the ocean?

That's right. I figure we ought to leave here about one o'clock, all right?

This is going to be interesting.

Can't tell me there isn't something mysterious going on.

Well, you'll see, Lois. You'll see.

You find what you're looking for?

Stop all engines. Hold it steady.

Take a look.

So what's to see? A house on the seashore.

But I'd give a lot to know what's going on in that house.

Huh? Well, let's face it. This submarine's made us a lot of dough in

the smuggling racket, but lately we're not doing so good.

Big, huh? How about we smuggle whales?

Full speed ahead. Make for the secret anchorage and break out the rubber

boats. We're going ashore as soon as it's dark.

Why don't we go ashore here and take a gander at the joint?

Because that joint is guarded better than Fort Knox. They've even got the

Coast Guard protecting it from the sea.

Somehow we've got to find our way here.

This is Lois Lane.

This is Jim Olson. We all work for the same paper. All right. That's Kent,

Lane, and Olson. Right.

Okay, folks. Mr. White's expecting you. Thank you.

I still can't believe it. Mr. White, a real honest-to-goodness scientist.

Let's just say a dabbler in science.

What's in there?

You'll find out in a minute, Lois.

Jeepers! A scintillator!

A Geiger counter, Olsen. Be accurate.

First rule of the newspaper game.

If a story is accurate, you can never lose by printing it.

Yes, sir. I'll remember that, sir. Now.

Jeepers.

Uranium. Special variety of uranium called U-183.

Be accurate, Olsen. First rule of the newspaper game.

Yes, sir.

U-183.

Now, there's not enough in here to cause any damage from a short exposure.

Will somebody please explain this to me? Come on over and sit down, Lois. The

chief's going to tell you all about it.

Well, Jim, it looks like we've been working for a genius all these years.

Yeah. And I used to think... You used to think what, Olsen?

Nothing. Nothing, sir. I just used to think... Obviously, you don't anymore.

Please, Chief, what's this all about?

Well, actually, it's all very simple.

For many years, I've made a hobby of studying ancient scientific documents.

This is a copy of one of them.

This was written a thousand years ago by a chemist named Archimeno.

It's Greek to me.

Now you're being accurate, it is Greek.

That particular copy tells how to extract U-183 from ordinary seawater.

You mean this Archimeno discovered that a thousand years ago? Yes, and at that

time, U-183 was considered a worthless white metal.

Now it's the most valuable metal in the world.

It can be, particularly in the field of medical research.

Now up to now, I've been able to extract only one millionth of a gram.

But if this experiment succeeds, the supply of U-183 will be unlimited.

And as soon as the government found out about it, they made it top secret.

Yes, I'm guarded night and day by land and sea.

And all I want to do is to get back to my office, where people barge in without

knocking, interrupt me when I'm working, and bother me so I could scream.

Golly, Chief, then you do like my work. Don't call me Chief.

But that did feel good.

Yes, sir, I'm glad.

And I just want you to know that I'm proud to be working for a man that's

doing so much for humanity. That's enough of that, Olsen.

But the whole world should know about this.

Publicity's the last thing I want.

You're just being modest, sir. Oh, no, he's not, Jimmy.

Well, I think we'd better be getting back. We have a newspaper to put out,

remember? Yeah.

Bye, Chief. Goodbye.

Bye.

Oh, Chief, let me know if there's anything you need, huh? Right.

Only something would happen to end this experiment.

Nice visit?

Yes, I guess Mr. White was glad to have a little company for a change.

Oh, yes, indeed. The poor man's done nothing but work, work, work.

It's pretty important work, though. I'm sure it is.

I've been on this job seven weeks, and I haven't seen Mr. White once. I don't

even know what he looks like.

Well, he looks like a man who'd like to get back to his regular job.

I'm afraid the chief isn't the scientific type. He runs out of

patience. That's because he's busy faking.

He's a pretty terrific guy.

Why, Jimmy, I didn't know you were such a fan.

Well, I am.

I'm only sorry I cause him trouble sometimes.

Maybe I can make it up if I do something real nice for him. What did you have in

mind? I don't know.

Well, back to work.

Bye, folks. See you. Bye.

Sure feels good to get out that sardine can, huh?

Hmm?

I just said it sure feels good to get out that... Wait a minute.

Well, this is too good to be true.

What's that?

Listen. Planet editor turned scientist discovers age-old secret.

Byline James Olsen.

Now, listen to this.

One of history's greatest experiments is taking place in a little cottage which

juts out in the ocean at Paradise Sound.

You mean... Nah, it couldn't be.

Here in this peaceful setting, guarded by land and sea, Perry White has

discovered the secret of extracting the uranium element U-183.

from ordinary seawater.

This afternoon, three Planet reporters, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and this writer,

paid a visit to Mr. White.

Uranium from the ocean.

Hey, that's better than making gold out of lead, huh?

Barney, this is it.

With our smuggling connections all over the world, that formula could make us a

king's ransom.

There's only one catch.

First, we gotta get the formula.

We'll get it.

How?

I'm not sure yet.

except about those three jokers from the planet.

They've got access to the cottage.

Access? I thought it was uranium.

I mean they got a way in.

Is that good for us?

I'm going to figure a way to make it good.

How could you do it, Jimmy?

I'm sorry, Mr. Kent.

Cheat, sir?

You know everything has to clear through the editor.

I was just trying to follow the chief's advice.

He said if a story's accurate, you can't lose by printing it.

Well, this one's accurate, all right. About the only thing you didn't print

was the actual formula itself.

It's a good thing it was in Greek, or it would have.

With all those security measures, and you practically spell it out in black

and white.

Right now, I feel like jumping out of that window and drinking a bottle of

poison on the way down.

Well, I'm afraid it's going to be a little worse than that, Jimmy.

You mean I have to shoot myself, too?

No, but I'm afraid that you're going to have to show Mr. White that article in

person.

Oh, please, Mr. Kent.

I'll do anything, but not that.

I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm not doing this just to be mean.

But sometimes a good reporter has to learn his responsibilities the hard way.

The hard way? I don't mind.

But the impossible.

Oh, Lois, your assignment is to drive him down to the cottage right away.

I hate to do it, Jim, but Clark's the boss. I'm afraid he's right.

Come on.

Oh, Lois, just a minute.

Let's see.

It's about 10 o'clock now. That gives you plenty of time to be back here by 3

sharp. We have a lot of work to do, remember?

Don't I know it. I promise you, Clark, back by 3.

Good. Let's go.

I don't suppose there's much chance of us running out of gas, is there, Miss

Lane? Nope. Tank's full.

A blowout, maybe?

Puncture-proof tires.

A breakdown, then. The piston rod breaks through the crank shaft and knocks the

flywheel into the distributor cap.

Sorry, Jim. It's a brand-new car.

Something's just got to happen.

It's got to.

Anything to oblige, kid.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter, Miss Lane.

Where can we take you fellas? Anywhere. You just name it.

We want to go to that little cottage at Paradise Sound.

Oh, it's not fair.

Everybody's against me.

I think I've seen you somewhere before.

Didn't we run a story on you about five years ago?

Well, the picture didn't do me justice.

Right now, you just keep heading for that little cottage.

I won't do it.

That's the spirit, Miss Lane.

Miss Lane, take a look, huh?

Now I remember you. Ace Miller. You beat a federal smuggling charge.

Sure, but I'm getting out of this smuggling racket, Miss Lane.

After one more job.

This one.

You're not going to steal Mr. White's secret formula.

That's right. Thanks to that article you wrote.

Miss Lane, I wish you weren't here.

At this point, I'd gladly sacrifice myself.

We all make mistakes, Jim.

Yeah, but let's not make any now. It wouldn't be healthy.

Good grief, Kent. How did this get in the newspaper?

Oh, hello, Bill. I had a hunch you might be dropping by.

Well, it seems our Mr.

Olsen embarked on a truth in journalism kick. As a matter of fact, Bill, he

handed in the copy desk before I could give it my okay.

Well, I trust you fired him.

Well, I did something a little worse than that, as a matter of fact.

I sent him down to see Mr. White and apologize in person.

Well, maybe you can tell me how I can apologize to the county supervisors.

Huh? What have they got to do with it? Well, it just happens that Mr. White's

cottage is on county land.

That makes my office at least partially responsible for security measures there.

Oh, no. Everything happens to you. Yeah, everything happens to me. Now, I've got

to drive all the way down there and check everything from A to Z.

Well, there's one bright spot.

Yes. If you hurry, you can get there before they leave and have a few quiet

words with our Mr. Olsen.

Yes.

Yes, I would appreciate an opportunity to chew out our Mr. Jimmy Olsen. See you

later. Okay, Bill.

Oh, that's all right. I remember you, Miss Lane, Mr. Olsen.

Oh, I see you brought some friends.

Well, Officer... That's all right, Miss Lane. I know you wouldn't bring in

anyone that didn't belong.

We do research at the Polytech Foundation.

We're going to help Mr. White with his formula.

Oh, okay, you're clever.

Go right on through, Miss Lane.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Lois! Olsen, I didn't expect you.

I see that, huh, Pop? Mr. White, I can explain.

I second thought I'd rather I didn't.

Well, this is preposterous.

What are these two apes doing here?

Watch your language, Mr. White. We're sensitive.

Put your hands down.

They hid in the car, Chief. We had to bring them.

That's right. They had to bring us.

Look the place over, Barney. Yeah.

Well, what did you come back here for in the first place?

The answer couldn't possibly help the situation now, Chief. Sir?

In fact, nothing could.

Where's the formula, Mr. White? You'll get that formula over my dead body.

That's how it's got to be.

Olsen, I have a strange feeling you're at the bottom of this.

He was just trying to please you, Chief, and it backfired.

Exploded is a better word, Miss Lane.

Find anything, Barney?

This must be it, Ace.

No, no, that's just some Greek literature I've been translating.

Since when is a Greek alphabet made up of numbers?

Yeah.

Well, I guess you win.

Okay, as long as you have the formula, you might as well have the sample that

goes with it. But, Chief... Lois, whoever ends up with the formula should

have everything that goes with it. All we can do is hope that they'll use it

for humanitarian purposes.

Well, that's the kind of an attitude I appreciate.

Well, come on, you two. Help me to carry it out. Carry it out? But it was just on

the... Olsen, haven't you learned to obey orders yet?

Yes, sir.

Get in here.

As soon as we get the sample, we'll get rid of them.

Open up or we'll blast our way in.

Go ahead and try. It's impossible.

That bolt on the inside probably saved our lives.

Yes, I didn't want anyone coming in here while I was working.

All right, we can play the same game.

Get the toy.

If you think the permanent joint's out, don't forget we're in it, huh?

It ain't gonna work, Ace. They know who we are.

Like you said, we gotta get rid of them.

Not only that, we gotta make sure nobody even knows the formula's gone.

Meaning we gotta get rid of them and this shack too, huh?

Exactly. Well, that's impossible without getting rid of ourselves at the same

time. You just leave the brain work up to me. Now go on, light it.

Hey, you inside.

Make the most of the next hour.

That's all you got till about quarter after three.

You're bluffing.

Figure it out for yourself, Miss Lane.

I got nothing to gain by bluffing.

They must have figured out some way to blow up the whole place.

Without themselves being anywhere near when it happened.

I'm sure they had no explosives with them.

And theoretically, they can't do anything.

Well, let's quit fooling ourselves. They figured out something.

And we've got until 3.15.

You may as well read this now, Mr. White.

Then you can spend the next hour bawling me out.

At least we'll kill at home.

Leaving already?

Where's Miss Lane, Mr. Olsen?

They're seeing with Mr.

White for supper, officer. We'll come back for them later.

Oh, that's nice. Imagine Mr. White could use some company.

Yes, you should see them, gabbing away like they only had an hour to live.

Just be sure you pick them up before nine. Everybody has to be off by then.

They'll be off all right, officer. I guarantee it.

Goodbye. Bye now.

Now where to, huh?

Back to the little rubber boat and the submarine.

Ah, I think I see what you mean.

Harriet, it's almost three.

Lois and Jim promised to be back.

Are you sure they didn't phone you while I was out?

Oh. All right, thanks.

Operator, this is a special call to the Civil Security Commission switchboard,

extension 518.

Right. Thank you.

PSC 518.

This is Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

Hello, Mr. Kent.

Hello, Inspector Henderson.

What was that? Did I understand you to say hello to Inspector Henderson?

Yes, he's right here with me now.

Oh. Tell me, how long ago did Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen leave there?

They didn't leave yet, Mr. Kent.

What? That's impossible. It's after three now.

Well, they're staying with Mr. White for supper.

For supper? When did they tell you that?

Well, they didn't exactly tell me. Their friends did.

Friends?

I don't know anything about any friends.

Well, you know, the two fellows from the Polytech Institute.

Oh. Well, can you put me right through to the house, please?

Sure.

Well, funny thing, they don't answer.

Somebody has to be there, though.

You're so right. Let me talk to Inspector Henderson at once.

He wants you.

Yes, Clark?

Hello, Bill. I don't know what's going on down there, but I'm not happy about

it. Would you go right up to the cottage and check and call me right back?

I'm on my way.

Listen, that's Inspector Henderson.

We're in here, Henderson, in here.

Get out. You'll be blown up with us.

Wait a minute. I'll throw the bolt.

It's no use. They welded it shut.

Get out, Henderson. You can't help us. Golly, it's after three already.

I can't get it open.

We know that. Get out. Save yourself.

Inspector, you haven't got much time. We'll be blown up any second.

That's impossible.

Nobody can get near enough.

They got away.

Somehow they figured how to do it.

when this is over.

wrong. A torpedo exploded too soon. What happened?

Surface, come into port and give yourselves up.

Don't try anything funny. I'll be watching you.

It's Superman.

Superman?

What do we do now?

Ask no questions. Surface and head for port like the man says.

He could crush his sub like an eggshell with his bare hands.

Engine room.

Engine room. Surface and head for port.

That's about as close a call as you've ever had.

Chief, for Superman, we heard the explosion.

What happened?

You'll get the full story later, Jim.

Just be sure you print it accurately.

Don't ever say that, Superman. I never want him to be accurate again.

Say, Chief, what about the formula?

Well, I've gone as far as I can with that, Lois. From here on, it's up to the

Civil Security Commission.

I don't suppose there's any way to thank you, Superman.

As a matter of fact, there is, Miss Ling, by getting back to your office at

once. After all, poor Clark Kent can't get that paper out by himself, you know.

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