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would make such a beautiful engagement ring.

It sure doesn't look like it'd be hard to steal, does it, Miss Lane?

Well, it looks easy, Jim, but all these display cases are wired to an alarm

system.

Miss Lane, you just saved me from a life of crime.

Uh, I want to get a shot of that suit of armor over there.

Yeah, I could use one of those myself when the chief goes on a rampage.

Ah, that's my last bulb, too.

Hey, look what I found on the floor.

Boy, it's a cufflink.

Not the kind you buy in stores, either. I bet this one was specially made.

Probably. Well, we'll leave it to lost and found when we go out.

Hold it.

Now, a nice smile for the Daily Planet.

Thank you, kind sir.

What about desert, Miss Lane? Well, let's go.

Oh, Jim, it's really beautiful.

Sorry, folks. Closing time.

We're all through. Thank you.

Kent Picking.

What? Well, of course Lane and Olsen work here.

Well, that's ridiculous. It's impossible.

He couldn't have stolen it.

Of course.

I'll take care of it right away.

But, Inspector, you've known us for years. We wouldn't do a thing like that.

Chippers, no. We even talked about how the display case was wired to the

burglar alarm.

Mm-hmm. So you were thinking about how to steal it. Well, no, we... I mean,

Jimmy thought it would be easy, and I would... Now, see, Inspector?

She's practically confessed.

I did nothing of the sort. I'm afraid you'll have to come downtown.

Not yet, Inspector.

Are we glad to see you?

I hate to do it, Superman, but all the evidence seems to point to... Just what

evidence is there, Inspector?

I'll tell you, Superman.

These two were the last in the room.

When I found the jewelers missing, I had them stopped at the door.

We searched them and found this in Mr. Olsen's film kit.

That's right, Superman.

But I didn't put it there. I don't think.

Got there somehow, Jimmy.

May I see this, sir?

Thank you.

You've ruined it.

No, no. It's just a cheap paste imitation.

It's not the real jewel.

But I don't understand.

Somehow, Miss Lane, we've started something again.

If this doesn't make sense so far, it's just the beginning. I found this under

the cushion. The real jewel.

May I see that, Inspector?

Thank you.

Yes. It's real, all right. Oh, it's deadly, Inspector. This lets Miss Lane

and Jimmy out, doesn't it? Miss Lane, let's get out of here while we're ahead.

Oh.

I hate to bring this up, but you know that suit of armor standing in the

corner? Yeah. It isn't standing in the corner anymore.

What? And honest, we didn't take that either.

I don't understand.

Neither do I, Inspector.

Did it, Sir Arthur. You did it. A perfect fit. A work of art. The very

earliest style.

It is rather dashing, isn't it? It's hardly the word for it. Wait till we

polish you up.

Such a daring exploit deserves a reward.

I move that Sir Arthur be named official king of the Society for the Preservation

of Knighthood and Dragons.

Excellent. Excellent.

I'm deeply moved.

And deeply disturbed.

Nothing went wrong, did it, Sir Arthur? Yes.

I had no trouble with the jewel.

Our chauffeur, pardon me, our squire, slipped the imitation jewel into Mr.

Olsen's kit as they entered the museum.

And as planned, the supposed theft created a diversion, allowing me to

escape. Then what disturbs you, Sir Arthur?

Last night I hid in the museum, after closing.

I slipped into the armor this morning before opening, but...

But somehow I lost a cufflink. Not one of the official society links?

I'm afraid so.

Disastrous. It might take time, but eventually they'll learn who made it and

for whom.

Exactly. I'd be arrested and the society would be discovered.

Then where can it be?

The photographer Olsen picked it up. There's only one thing for it. We must

go on a quest.

That's it. A quest for the golden link.

Sir Arthur, our duty is clear.

We leave at once.

Such loyalty.

The true spirit of the round table.

One for all and all for one.

I'll wait for you here.

Of course. It is we who serve the king.

Shall we go?

Immediately.

What are you doing staying at Clark's apartment?

Oh, I've been staying there while my mother's out of town.

Oh, I can imagine the two of you doing your own cooking.

Oh, it's not bad once you get used to the indigestion.

Hey.

This thing's not even running.

Well, let's use the freight elevator. Come on.

We have a car waiting.

Uh, thanks just the same, but we're walking. Yes, sir.

Haven't we met you somewhere before? That doesn't make any difference. Will

you step into the car, please?

This is the silliest thing I ever heard of, a suit of armor with a coat on.

Correction, three suits of armor with coats on.

What do you think, Miss Lane? It's a cinch we can outrun these guys.

Well, of course we can, Jim, but we might miss a good story.

Besides, what girl wouldn't want to date three nights in a row?

They're going. I think we'd better blindfold them.

I see you've succeeded in your quest.

It wasn't easy, sire, going around a big city in attire like this.

What better attire could there be, Sir Gawain?

Oh, none, sire, except that sometimes we squeak. It draws attention.

No matter.

Remove the blindfolds.

Oh, golly.

We're in another museum.

I demand to know what this is all about. This is the 20th century, and there

aren't any such things as knights anymore.

In here is the 12th century.

Now, Mr. Olsen, where do you live?

In Yon Femme, by the nest at Loch Vale.

In other words, in Mr. Kent's apartment at the Standish Arms.

Is that where you left the cufflink? The cufflink, of course. That's what they

want. Then you do understand, fair lady.

I don't know where it is. In all the confusion, I forget what I did with it.

I warn you, young varlet, I must have a better answer.

Tell him, Jim, please.

I can't, Miss Lynn. I really don't know where it is.

I find that hard to believe.

Well, it's a lot easier to believe than all of this.

A few hours in the dungeon might restore his memory.

The dungeon, Sir Arthur?

Isn't that a bit severe?

Sir, I agree with him.

The dungeon's a little severe.

Don't you have a nice tower room with a view?

Of course, if you'll tell us where you left the cufflink.

We'll do even better. We'll buy you another pair.

I'm afraid you missed the point, Fair Lady.

Somehow I always do. You leave me no choice.

Turn around, Mr. Olsen, and walk toward the heart.

Sure.

But where is it? I think you call it a fireplace.

A fireplace?

Why, you wouldn't dare.

Walk, Mr.

Olsen. But I forgot my marshmallows.

Walk.

Now, Miss Lane, the same for you.

Oh, I say, sir, Arthur, that's strictly against the code of the round table.

It really is, sir.

Section 2, Article 1 distinctly states that all women must be treated

gallantly. My error. I'm sorry.

Then I don't have to go into the dungeon?

Certainly. But you get to walk down the stairs.

Now, there's a gallant gesture.

Right this way, Miss Lane.

How long do we have to stay down there?

Until we get the cufflink.

Well, that could be never.

For your sake, Miss Lane, let's hope not.

This way.

Welcome to the days of yore, Miss Lane.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Well, looks like all we have to do now is wait for that good knight on the

white horse to come along.

We're sorry, Sir Arthur. Our quest was a failure. There's one more chance.

The apartment where Olsen stays.

With the one called Kent?

Right. It must be searched.

Sir Henry, I order you to volunteer.

Sir Arthur, I wish to volunteer.

Spoken like a true knight.

The quest is yours.

No, Sir Henry.

This way.

I must get my visor cleaned.

What about a game of chess?

Yes.

This is the most ridiculous case I've had for years. Looking for a man who

swiped a suit of armor.

The boys down at headquarters are calling me the Tinsmith.

You know how to stop them, don't you, Bill?

Get your man.

Oh, yeah?

Now, if he hadn't goofed getting away with that emerald, I'd have a chance.

He'd have to peddle it sooner or later. Now, Bill, I keep telling you he didn't

want the emerald.

But that stone is worth $20,000. I understand that, but he only wanted the

suit of armor.

All right, then I'll have to wait till next Halloween and check all the

masquerade parties. That's about the size of it.

Just give me a nice, simple bank robbery and I'd be happy.

Well, I'll see you in the morning.

Wait a minute, Bill. I'll go with you. I'm going home, too.

All right, you. Reach.

Easy, bud.

That ginsu won't stop at 38. Hold it. Hold it. Don't shoot him.

Careful, Mr. Kent. He's dangerous.

Must be some mistake, boys. This gentleman's a friend of mine.

Friend of yours?

We got a phone call that he's dangerous.

Warned us to shoot first if he made a move.

Well, that's very interesting. However, I'll assume full responsibility.

You mean you don't want to prefer any charges? No, boys. No charges.

Okay, Mr. Kent, if you say so.

Good night. Good night. Sorry you're bothered.

I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Kent.

Then you can start out by telling me who you are and what you're doing in my

apartment. Oh, I can't. We're sworn to secrecy. Whoever called the police

wasn't sworn to secrecy.

Somebody betrayed me, but I still can't believe it. Well, you'd better believe

it. That somebody's trying to get you killed.

Just make it over for a minute. I'm sure that you'll want to talk.

You see?

My name is really Oliver Smith.

I used to be in the lumber business.

But since I retired, my only interest is the SPKD.

SPKD? The Society for the Preservation of Knighthood and Dragons.

I see.

A secret society?

Yes.

One of our members lost a cuff link that might expose us, and that's what I was

looking for here.

Who else knew that you'd be here?

Only Sir Arthur and Sir Gawain and Sir Lancelot.

Would any of them have a reason to want you out of the way?

Oh, but this is just a harmless club, Mr. Kent.

It's merely an unusual hobby.

It's the secrecy that makes it exciting.

Well, it isn't harmless anymore, Mr. Smith.

There must be a reason.

Well, we did take an oath.

You see, we're all quite wealthy, and we put all our money in negotiable bonds at

the castle to carry on the society.

Now, let me see if I understand this. If anything happens to the three of you,

the fourth would inherit the money. Is that correct?

Yes, it would work that way.

Well, one of you is a very desperate man, Mr. Smith. The question is, which

one? I don't know.

Well, not me, certainly. I wouldn't harm a fly.

No, of course you wouldn't. One more question. Where is this castle?

It's out in the country, in an area called Balmore Woods.

Balmore Woods.

Good. Now let's get out of the armor.

My armor?

That's right. From now on, you're going to start acting like a grown man. Here,

I'll give you a hand.

No pockets?

No, no pockets.

That's tough.

You see, it was a little bulky with the rest of my street clothes on underneath

the armor.

I understand.

It looks a little drafty, too.

Fortunately, you have your top coat over here.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, Mr. Kent.

I presume you have a car downstairs?

Yes. Are we going someplace?

No, but you are.

I suggest you go home, lock the door real tight, and stay out of trouble.

Oh, uh...

Mr. Kent, if what you say is true and one of the knights is a potential

killer, you should know that Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen are being held captive in

the castle.

Thank you, Mr. West.

I'm beginning to feel like the Count of Monte Cristo.

How long did it take him to dig a tunnel and escape?

Oh, only about 15 years, Jim.

At that rate, I'll be the oldest cub reporter in the world.

Now all I have to do is sound like Sir Henry.

Now all I have to do is sound like Sir Henry.

How long do you think they'll keep us here?

Who knows what they'll do.

That's true.

I get a feeling that this whole thing is a cover-up for something pretty

sinister.

It's 20 minutes since your last move, Sir Lancelot. My mind isn't on the game.

I'm worried about Sir Henry.

Suppose he's caught.

Do you think he has been?

It's a possibility.

Checkmate. Beat you again.

Congratulations.

Sir Henry, welcome back.

We were concerned about you. Yes, indeed. Welcome back, Sir Henry. Did you

get it? The coupling? I'm afraid not. It just wasn't there.

Besides, the police almost caught me in the act. The police?

Oh, Sir Henry, I should never have sent you on this quest.

It was part of my duty, sir.

Then we're still in danger of discovery.

Oh, uh, how are the captives holding out?

Well, have a look, Sir Henry.

Perhaps Mr. Olsen's memory has returned.

Yes, of course.

But, Sir Henry, have you forgotten the secret panel?

No, no, of course not. The secret panel?

You don't know.

You're an imposter. Who are you? What have you done to Sir Henry?

That, gentlemen, I'm afraid, is something you're going to have to

discover for yourselves.

Seize him.

The stretch in the dungeon will make him talk.

I don't think this tunnel thing is going to work, Miss Lane.

Here, you can keep your fingernail file.

I don't think anything's going to work, Jimmy. These characters probably intend

to keep us here forever.

Hand him the wall. He mustn't escape.

What did he do?

Like you, he refuses to tell us certain things. But I still don't remember.

Well, perhaps you will.

He's locked us in.

Wait. Sir Arthur.

Sir Arthur.

Sir.

Well, I regret to say we're all in the same boat.

Or dungeon, as the case may be. I never heard of anything like this at King

Arthur's court.

Believe me, we meant you no harm when all this started.

Well, I wish we could say the same for your Sir Arthur.

But who's he?

We have no idea. He may be an enemy, but we better keep him chained.

Hello down there, you silly fools.

I meant to dispose of you one at a time, but circumstances have changed.

Make yourselves comfortable.

The real Sir Henry should be here shortly.

But why, Sir Lancelot, why?

It's obvious that you, Sir Henry, and myself have been fools.

Sir Arthur intends that we die so that he can get our money.

I wish that character was Superman.

He'd have us out of here in a hurry.

Oh, stop dreaming, Jim.

We'll probably never see Superman again.

Hello?

Oh, yes, yes, Sir Arthur.

Thank heavens.

Yes, I'm out on bail.

Listen closely, Sir Henry.

There's a traitor in our midst. An attempt was made on my life.

And on mine.

Then it must be Sir Gawain or Lancelot.

Exactly.

Fortunately, I've got them both locked in the dungeon.

But you must get here immediately to help me find out which is the scoundrel.

Perhaps both of them. Of course, sir. I'll leave right away.

was right about one thing.

We are fools.

And this is what we get for pretending to be something we aren't. I'm afraid

you're right, but he's got to get rid of all of us before he's safe.

If only Sir Henry doesn't fall into his clutches.

Sir Henry, you don't know how glad I am to see you. And you, Sir Arthur, this is

an awful thing.

An awful thing, Sir Henry.

An awful thing.

As I see it, Sir Henry, there's no need for formalities.

The quicker, the better.

Consequently... For Henry!

There goes that last chance you were talking about. He tricked me.

He was the one.

It's too late now.

This is the last and final meeting of the Society for the Preservation of

Knighthood and Dragons. Lucky for us, Miss Lane, we made it just in time to

become members.

Hello down there.

I'm sending you a little present.

Don't try to put it out.

It's impossible.

Poison gas.

He's right. It can't be smothered up. Get away, Miss Lane.

Superman.

Why? Why did you wait?

Follow me, Miss Lane, please.

you to a sample of good old 20th century justice.

Jipper, Superman, all we started out to do was to spend a quiet hour in the

museum. Jimmy, do me a favor, will you?

What? Promise me never to go near the prehistoric man exhibit. I shudder to

think what might happen if you wound up there.

Uh-oh.

What's the matter? I remember where that cufflink is. Where?

Right here.

Oh, no.

I remember now. I wore it so I wouldn't forget where it was.

Superman, don't let Clark find out about this. He'll really rub it in. Well, Miss

Lane, I'll make a bargain with you. If you don't tell him, I won't.

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