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Victory over the evil forces behind a wave of juvenile delinquency was snatched from our friends on the Daily Planet by a 15-year-old tough named Mary Hennig, herself a juvenile delinquent trained in crime, who stole certain letters which exposed Martin Higgins, corrupt candidate for mayor, of association with criminal racketeers. Caught red-handed in the planet office by Lois Lane, Mary lost her head and struck down the girl reporter with a heavy metal object. Then, when Jim Olsen came to look for Lois, he was knocked out by two thugs, and together Lois and Jimmy were locked up in the cellar of a shabby tenement building owned by Al Vincent, trainer and brains of a band of youthful criminals and a Higgins henchman. While Superman, worried by their disappearance, searched for his friends, they were visited in their basement prison by the young girl, Tuff, who, frightened and conscience-stricken, wanted to help them escape. But before she could convince Jim and Lois of her sincerity, one of Vincent's men called to her from the floor above. As our story continues today, Lois, Jim, and Mary are standing in the darkness of the cellar. Mary is tense with terror. One of Vincent's gorillas. How does he know you're down here? He doesn't. But if he finds me here, we're all sunk. Good heavens. What do we do? Oh, relax, Miss Lane. I think this is just another one of Mary's tricks. No, no, this ain't a trick. I swear to him. Now, look, Mary. You've got to listen to me. You've got to. Chicky, you down here. Chicky? Who's that? That's me. Holy smoke. Hey, Chicky! He's coming closer. We'd better get ready to do something in case he gets old. Chicky, you little rat if you're down here, you'd better talk up. Look, Mary, you got something I can bean him with? No, that won't help, Jim. He'll only bring the others. Listen, I've got an idea. Bang in the door, Miss Lane. What? Well, what good's that going to do? Quick, do like I say. Bang hard and holler like you want to get out of here. Go on. If I find you down here, Chicky, you'll be too late. No, no, it ain't. Look, I'll pound. You holler. Hey, what's the matter with you? Go on, holler, please. Make up while you're locked in. Both of you. You out there. With this, open up. Mary? Cut it out now. I think maybe it worked good enough. Who's he talking to? Elton. He's going away. He's awful close. Yes. Not too close for comfort. What do we do now? Got to work fast. As soon as he gets it, he's going to take you two for a ride. Oh, no. Cut it out, Mary. That's a lot of baloney, and you know it. He wouldn't dare try anything like... It's the truth, Jim, so help me. Yeah? Like the pack of lies you told Miss Lane to get a job on the planet so you could tip off Al Vinson about Tony Sloan having the letters, huh? Now, Jim... I couldn't help it. I couldn't help it. My eye. It wouldn't have helped if Tony Sloan had been murdered. I didn't know anything was going to happen to him. No, huh? Just like you didn't know the Daily Planet was going to be put out of business by a million-dollar slander suit when you stole those letters. This is no time to argue. I tell you, I couldn't help what I'd done. I had to do it. Applesauce. That's enough, Jim. I know I got you into this jam, and now... Well, now I want to help you get out of it. You've got to believe me. All right, Mary. I will believe you. What can we do? Now, wait a minute, Miss Lane. How do we know she isn't going to lead us into more trouble? We've got to trust her, Jim. Certainly we can't be any worse off than we are now, can we? Well... Look, I'm taking as much of a chance as you are, because if I get caught... Well, that's all, brother. For heaven's sake, let's stop talking and do something. Okay. Follow me as quiet as you can through this doorway. I'd still like to stake my chances on Mr. Kent and Inspector Henderson finding us. Now stop acting like that, Jim. Shh. Jim Olsen and Lois Lane, still unsure of Mary Hennig's honesty, cautiously follow the girl tough through the dark cellar in the hope of escape. Superman and his guise of Clark, Kent is looking for them. Certain that their disappearance is tied up with Al Vincent, Kent has been vainly trying to find the crooked pawnbroker's unlisted address. Now his head pulled down over his eyes, he is affecting the mannerism of a gangster and has just entered a pool room in the slum district where he questions the proprietor, Earl Link. What do you want with Al Vincent? I gotta see him. Something important just came up and I got the office to pass it on to Al. Yeah? From who? From the boss. Who's the boss? Hey, what is this? You know who I mean, Marty Higgins. Yeah, huh? How come Higgins didn't tell you where to find Vincent? I, he said I go to the pawn shop but it's closed. I called back Marty's house but nobody answers. Now look, Earl, I just gotta see Vincent. If I don't and right away it's gonna be too bad for Marty in the elections. And for you too. Get that? For me? Yeah. What do you mean? Look, Hal, you don't have to play games with me. I know about the string of pool rooms you own and about the gambling rooms in the back and about the kids you let in. Now wait a minute. We know you need Marty's protection. Why else would you give him 15 grand to help him get elected mayor? How'd you know? I mean... Don't give me that routine. I tell you, I'm in the know. Oh yeah? Yeah. How come you don't know where Vincent lives? Because I work in Marty's downtown district. I don't have much to do with this district. Tonight something bad came up and Marty told me to contact Al Vincent. Now are you gonna stall around all night and maybe ruin Marty's chances for mayor? Or do you tell me where Vincent lives? Well, I guess I can tell you. Only I gotta be careful because Vincent don't like certain people and know where he lives. All right, all right, but I'm not just certain people. Come on, spill. I'm fast. Okay, okay. Vincent's place is an old broken down brownstone at 1619 Hudson Street. 1619 Hudson, eh? Yeah. Thanks, pal. That's all I wanna know. Hey, listen. What's your name? Tell you next time I see you.