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All right, you crook. I want straight answers.

Anytime you don't tell the truth, this lie detector shows it.

You know I wouldn't fib to you, Inspector Henderson.

You'd better not.

Your name is Duke Barlow, right?

Yeah. You and your pal Whitey Krell were caught robbing the Fifth National Bank?

Yeah.

Superman nabbed us in the act.

How many more of your men were in on the job?

None of them.

Just me and Whitey. How about that, Inspector? Is he telling the truth?

According to this, he is.

But you do admit to being part of a large criminal organization?

The biggest.

I was till you horned in.

More than half the gang's been put in jail the last few months, thanks to you.

There's still plenty of us left.

That we already know. What we want to know is, who's the brains of the outfit?

Who planned the crimes?

I couldn't tell you.

We just get the orders from the top and go out and do like we're told.

Yes, but who is he? What's his name?

I couldn't say.

All we know him by is Mr. X.

The polygraph says he's telling the truth.

I told you I wouldn't fib to you.

All right.

Take him out. Lock him up.

Inspector, you're never going to clean up this crime syndicate until you find

out who that head man is. You can say that again.

But how can we catch him when his own mobsters don't even know who he is?

Mr. X.

There must be some way to learn his true identity.

Yeah, we've been working on it.

I've had the whole department working day and night and getting nowhere.

Not even a clue?

Not even a hint.

Send Sergeant O'Hara in.

One of the detectives working on your case?

Yes, and one of the best on the force, and just as baffled as the rest of us.

And when O'Hara's baffled, that's really something.

You sent for me, Inspector?

Yes.

I want you to meet Superman.

Superman, this is Sergeant O'Hara.

Well, I'm glad to know you, sir.

It's my pleasure, Sergeant.

Inspector Henderson tells me you've been working on the case of Mr. X.

Yes, without much luck, I'm afraid.

I've even been trying to get inside his organization, but I haven't been able to

figure out a way yet.

I see.

Sergeant O'Hara, will you marry me?

What?

Why, I'd be delighted.

In an exclusive interview with Lois Lane, Daily Planet reporter, Superman

revealed his surprise marriage last night to Miss Ellen J. O'Hara of this

city. The newly wedded couple will reside at the bride's apartment on the

18th floor of the Beresford Arms.

Golly, this will be the first time anybody will know where Superman lives.

What of it?

Well, I mean, if we keep the Beresford Arms under surveillance, if we keep an

eye on the Beresford Arms, we'll find out who Superman is. Don't be

ridiculous, Olsen.

Obviously, he isn't going to go in and out through the lobby.

He'd use the window.

Besides, aren't the bride and groom entitled to a little privacy?

Why, of course they are. And incidentally, Miss Lane, you told the

story of Superman's marriage very well indeed.

Thank you, Mr. White.

At least he did me the courtesy of giving me the exclusive instead of Clark

Kent.

Golly, and you sure are lucky, Miss Lane. It's the scoop of the year.

Yeah, I'm sure lucky, all right.

Why aren't you out working?

Well, I don't have any work to do. Well, go out and find something.

Yes, sir. Right away.

I've always known how you felt about Superman, Miss Lane. I guess his

marriage hit you pretty hard.

We didn't have a bit of trouble grabbing her, boss. Yeah, that story in the Daily

Planet told us where she lived. And the rest was easy.

I was sure it would be.

What's the meaning of this? Why should these men take me out of my apartment

and bring me here against my will?

My dear Mrs. Superman, shall we say that I had an impulse to have you here as my

guest? And when I have an impulse, I never fail to gratify it. So, welcome to

my headquarters.

Headquarters? Who are you?

My associates call me Mr. X.

You must be the man the newspapers are talking about. The head of the crime

syndicate. Yes.

Now, if you'll excuse me while I make a telephone call. You can't hold me

prisoner here.

You'll never get away with it. When my husband hears about this, he'll... Oh,

he'll hear about it.

I'm calling a friend of his right now to make sure that he does.

But he won't do anything about it.

This is one time that Superman is going to find himself quite powerless.

Hello?

Daily Planet?

Connect me with Clark Kent.

Hello. This is Kent speaking.

What did you just say? I said this was Mr. X speaking.

My organization is holding Mr. Superman as hostage.

Will you contact him and give him this message?

Unless he stops interfering with our activities, you'll never see his wife

again.

Will you tell him that? You bet your life I'll tell him. And when I do, you

better duck for cover.

He'll come over there and tear your place down brick by brick.

Oh, no, no, he won't.

In the first place, he doesn't know where we are.

In the second place, one wrong move and Mrs.

Superman's health will suffer very severely indeed.

He wouldn't dare harm Mrs. Superman.

Oh, no.

I wouldn't bet on that if I were you.

Hello? Hello!

You see how clever I am?

Superman won't dare try to rescue you.

The only way he can protect you from harm is by staying away and keeping his

nose out of my business.

You've got it all figured out, haven't you, Mr. X?

You'd be surprised how well I have it figured.

For instance, take this television camera.

It transmits over a closed private circuit to this receiving set.

What do you use it for? You find out.

Blinky? Yeah, boss?

You know where I want this connected.

Pier 96?

Exactly. Now get going.

Fast.

Now, we'll give him ten minutes start, then we'll put the second step of my

plan into operation.

What step is that, boss?

We've phoned Perry White, publisher of the Daily Planet.

Yes? Yes, I see.

Oh, really?

You think there might be a story in it, eh?

Well, excuse me just a moment, please.

Olsen.

Come in here a moment, please. I have an assignment for you. Bring Miss Lane with

you. Yes, sir, on the double.

Now, you were saying... Yes?

Pure 96, eh?

Okay, I've got it.

Well, thank you very much. Thanks for calling. Goodbye.

You sent for us, Chief?

Yes, uh...

What do you know about Pier 96 down at the harbor?

Pier 96?

Well, it's one pier beyond Pier 95.

Well, that's a big help.

Pier 96.

Isn't that the one they haven't used for the past two or three years?

Right. Have you heard about anyone parking a bathysphere down there

recently? Well, don't look at me. I didn't park it there.

What is a bathysphere?

Is it something you take a bath in?

It's a diving bell, you blockhead.

You go under the water in it so you can study the floor of the ocean.

I do.

Oh, no, I don't. Not me.

No one's asking you to.

I just want you and Miss Lane to go down there and look it over.

I've had an anonymous phone call. We might find an interesting story in it.

Oh, wait a minute. I think I'll go with you.

This will be one of the biggest and most daring robberies the city has ever seen.

Three million dollars.

Just like that.

But why are you telling me all this?

Because you'll never repeat it.

Look, boss.

Linky's got a TV camera switched on.

So he has.

So he has.

Well, well, well.

We are in luck.

Why? Phone call to Perry White worked better than I thought.

What do you mean?

He not only sent the two reporters to Pier 96, he went there himself.

I will start the third step of my plan.

Hey, look, boss.

That Olsen punk, he don't want to get in the thing.

Don't worry, he'll get in.

Newspaper men are noted for their curiosity.

Did he plan it?

Give me Clark Kent.

Hello, Kent speaking.

What's that?

You say you've got Lois and Jimmy and Mr. White.

That's right.

And since all three of them are friends of Superman, I thought perhaps you might

like to warn him that they're in the gravest danger.

That's what I said, Pier 96.

Not at all.

Glad to oblige.

If I know Superman...

He'll be on his way to Pier 96 as soon as he hears the news.

We've got to go inside it. The man who phoned me said that's where he'd find

the story.

What if it starts going down while we're inside?

How can it when there's no one working the controls?

And besides, lots of people have taken rides in bathyspheres. All you do is

close the hatch and the water can't come in.

What if it leaks?

For heaven's sake, if you're scared, say so. I'm not.

Come on, Jimmy.

Come on. All right, I'm coming. Don't rush me.

Miss Lane, come out of there.

All set, boss.

Superman, do something.

Not while we're still dropping, Miss Lane. You wouldn't have a chance.

Superman?

This is Mr. X.

150 feet below the surface.

You'll stay there until I decide to bring you up again.

He not only has your wife in captivity, but us too.

I warn you, don't try anything rash if you value the lives of your companions

and the safety of Mrs.

Superman. Isn't there anything you can do?

Well, Miss Lane, I could break out of here and swim to the surface, but...

Then why don't you? We'll swim up with you.

Not at this depth, Jimmy.

The water pressure would crush you in an instant.

You mean we're stuck here?

I'm afraid so, Miss Lane, for the present.

Flinky should be back from the pier at any minute. You come help me with the

dynamite. You gonna leave her here alone?

She won't escape.

As you can see, the windows are barred. The door has an excellent lock.

Just make yourself at home.

Superman, can you hear me?

I may not have much time. Is that your wife?

Mr. X and his crime syndicate are planning the biggest robbery they ever

pulled. There's an armored truck taking $3 million in currency to the Federal

Reserve Bank.

It's coming by a back road, but Mr. X knows the route and the schedule.

When it crosses the old wooden bridge over Southport Ravine at 3 o'clock,

they're going to blow up the bridge.

The truck will fall in the ravine and burst open. The gang will grab the cash

and make a getaway.

Superman, this is Sergeant O'Hara.

Did you hear that? Mr. Axe and his crime syndicate are planning the biggest...

She called herself Sergeant O'Hara. Yes, I heard.

So, you're a policewoman.

Yes, and I'm pretty proud of it, too. She was cut off.

They probably caught her giving me the message.

But she'd already given it. Why do you suppose she started all over again?

Because she wanted them to think that she hadn't had time to give me the

message. That she was just beginning to talk.

Lucky we caught you before you had a chance to tell Superman our plans.

Not that it matters now.

Superman, this is Mr. X.

Too bad your wife turned out to be a policewoman.

I'm afraid she's about to retire from the force.

Permanently.

As for you and your companions, I regret to inform you that I've decided to let

you stay at the bottom of the harbor from now on.

That means we're doomed.

Jeepers.

It's the biggest story we've ever had.

And we'll never get it into the paper.

At least you can save yourself by smashing out of this bathysphere and

swimming to the surface.

Oh, no, Miss Lane.

I've already told you what would happen to all of you if I did that.

I know, but the water pressure can't crush you. At least that's the only way

you can stop the robbery and save your wife.

Blinky should be back in five minutes. It's time we left for the Southport

Bridge. What do we do with her? We take her along.

What for, boss?

As a policewoman, she's probably deeply interested in explosives.

I'm sure she'll be interested in what I have in mind.

Interested, not necessarily happy.

The armored car should be here in exactly 17 minutes.

Then we better get busy with the dynamite. Eh, boss?

Yes, do a good job.

I'll stay here and keep an eye on Mr. Superman.

Should be quite an explosion.

Too bad you won't be here to tell about it.

Miss Lane's right, Superman.

No matter what happens to us, you've got to get out of here.

It's a quarter of three now. They're going to blow up that bridge in 15

minutes. I know.

I know. If there's only some way to stop them without sacrificing all your lives.

If you were only on the outside, you could just lift the bathysphere up to

the surface.

Lift it?

That's it.

Jimmy, you've just given me an idea.

Now, that plate holds the cable to the top of the sphere.

If I can pull the plate off and get hold of the cable, I can pull us up.

Of course, a little water may come in, but I don't think it'll be dangerous.

Let's try.

All set, boss.

Good. Come along, we'll inspect it.

I don't want to see it. I said come along.

You too, Dugan.

Expert workmanship.

Tire to the rail.

What for?

You'll see.

No. Your head tire.

There.

I hope that won't be too uncomfortable.

Does it matter?

Not really.

In a few minutes, you won't feel it at all.

I sure hope he makes it. If he doesn't, it's all up with us.

And your wife.

How about it, boss? Is it time to light the fuse?

How long have you got it set for? It'll burn exactly five minutes, then whammo.

We'll wait just a few minutes more.

The armored truck is still eight minutes away.

Three million dollars aboard.

What do you say, boss?

Ain't it about time?

You can prepare to light it in exactly one more minute.

Hurry, Superman, hurry!

It's six minutes to three!

I can feel these wet pants drinking on me!

Now, boss?

Thirty seconds.

We're breaking the surface.

All right, Miss Lane, open the door and step out in the pier.

Don't budge. Stand back, please.

I can't, Miss Lane. If I release this cable, the sphere will go to the bottom.

But you can't stay there.

I realize that. Now, please go.

What are you going to do?

Eventually, after you get out of here, I'm going to let go of this cable and

the sphere will sink. Then I'll swim to the surface.

Now, will you kindly get out of here?

We've got a couple of hundred yards away to be on the safe side.

Now, light the fuse.

In five minutes, it'll all be over.

Any moment now.

It's a cotton full of blinky.

Making earplugs.

Ooh, I never did like loud noises.

around and take the other road into town.

Hurry!

Just about time.

Hey, what'd you say, boss?

He said it's just about time for the blow-up.

Uh-oh.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, gentlemen, but the only place you're going is to

jail. Eh?

What'd you say?

Superman!

Shoot him, you clown! Shoot him!

I give up.

First wise decision you've made today.

So you see, Superman and I weren't really married at all.

He figured that if Mr. X thought we were married, he'd try to get at Superman

through me.

He figured right, and it almost cost you your life.

That's my job, Mr. White.

And I had to get inside the gang.

You're a brave man, O'Hara.

Golly, now that you're not married to Superman, I might ask you to marry me.

If I were to marry in kind.

Oh, thank you. Thanks a lot, Jimmy. But I think I'll just wait around for

Superman to ask me again.

For real?

Well, I feel I must warn you, you've got competition.

Well, Jimmy, it looks like ordinary fellows like you and I don't have a

chance anymore.

These young ladies don't seem to think there's anyone in the world but

Superman. Well, is there?

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Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

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