Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman! Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman, who can leap tall buildings at a single bound, race a speeding bullet to its target, then steal 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 and justice. And now to our story. Having succeeded in forcing his inventor uncle, Dr. Roebling, to sign away all rights to a secret voice machine, Jack Roebling and his blonde wife, Chickie, flee modern city in a blue roadstiff, leaving Dr. Roebling half-dazed in a barren tenement room. But Clark Kent, driving to a tenement with Lois Lane, stops for a red light and, recognizing the roadster, follows it. On the open road outside the city limits, Kent jams the accelerator down to the floorboard and grips the wheel hard. Roaring into the night, his keen eyes watched the twin taillights gleaming ahead of him. Are you sure that's the car? After all, there must be hundreds of blue roadsters on the road. I'm positive, Lois. I told you I saw the blonde, Catherine Roebling, sitting next to the driver. Probably her husband. His name's Jack. Well, that's what you call him over the phone. There's only one thing that worries me. What? They're doing 80 now. I can't get any more out of this car. Accelerator's down as far as it'll go. Sharp curve ahead. Yeah, I see it. Hold on. Boy, I hope they don't come any sharper than that. Say, we've lost them, haven't we? Huh? Can't see their taillights. There must be another curve up ahead. Yes, there is. It's not a bad one, though. Oh, I see them now. This is the road to Metropolis, isn't it? Uh-huh. That must be where they're headed. But what happened to Dr. Roebling? There was just a man and a woman in the roadster. Well, either they left him behind or... Or what? Or he's in the rumble seat. You mean dead? Yes. Oh, they couldn't do anything like that. Well, she's his daughter. I don't think she is, Lois. There may be some relation, but I'm sure it's not that close. Clark, they seem to be pulling away from him. I know, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm trying to force this pedal down further. We're doing 82. Okay, sit tight. I'll give her all she can take. I tell you, we're being followed, Jack. Stop worrying, Chickie. But I don't like it. Suppose it's a cop. Oh, we get a ticket. But you might ask questions. Now, look, don't worry. I know all the answers. Fifty dollar fines for speeding don't bother me anymore. Why, baby, do you know what that paper you've got in your handbag is worth? Plenty. I'll believe it when I see it. Why, what are you talking about? It's in the bag. That machine is insured for ten million. I heard he was offered twice that for it. Twenty million? Yes. Well, why didn't he take it? Because he's a crackpot. That's why he's giving it to the government for nothing. Not now he isn't. It belongs to us. Ah, right you are, baby. That car's still behind us, Jack. Oh, forget it. Think about what you're going to buy first. The mink coat or a couple of dozen fancy dresses. What's it going to be, Chickie? Oh, I don't know. There's time for that. So what about this voice machine, Jack? We got the papers, but how are we going to get the machine? I took care of that. I got the key to his place in Metropolis. You don't miss a trick, do you? Not many. What does this voice machine do, Jack? Make it so valuable? Well, I never could find out exactly. I guess maybe it's like a radio, only something special. Well, what's the difference? If anybody wants to pay 20 million for it, there must be something to it. We'll find out soon enough. We should hit Metropolis by morning. Yep, Chickie, in 24 hours, we'll be millionaires. With its powerful motor wide open, the roadstuff flies over the white ribbon of highway, its brilliant headlights cleaving the darkness. Meanwhile, a quarter of a mile behind, Clark Kent and Lois Lane seem to have run into trouble. What's wrong, Clark? I don't know. Motor's missing. Oh, great, Scott. What is it? We're running out of gas. Wasn't the tank full? I guess not. That's the end of it. Now, what do we do? Well, I think I saw a house right around the bend. I can probably call a gas station from there and have them deliver five gallons. Well, you might as well say goodbye to the blue roadster. Yeah, I'm afraid so. Do you mind waiting here, Lois? I'll run up to the house and make the call. I don't mind if you hurry. I will. Only won't I say goodbye to the blue roadster, but I'll be saying hello to it in just a few minutes. A nice big Superman hello. There, I'm around the bend now. Lois can't see me. This is one job I'm going to tackle in full Superman costume. Lucky I've got it on under this suit. There we are. I can leave Kent's clothes behind this bush and pick them up later. Up, up, and away! Red cloaks streaming in the wind, Superman is off like a bullet through the darkness. His surging flight carrying him forward faster almost than the eye can follow. Passing over the blue roadster, he drops down on the highway a mile ahead of it. Looks like we lost the car that was following us, Jack. Yeah, I figured we would. We're doing 90. This crate sure can travel. Hey, Jack. Look. What's that up ahead in the middle of the road? I don't know. It's a man, isn't it? I think so, but what's he doing on the road? Good fool. Why doesn't he move? Slow down, Jack. I'm not slowing for anything. Go in! Jack, look out! Good thing he got out of the way. We'd have smeared him all over the road. Jack, I thought sure you were going to hit him. Did you see what he was wearing? Yeah, it looked like a red cape. That's what I thought. Hey, what's happening? It's blowing down. No, it can't be. We're stopping. Well, that's crazy. The motor's racing. It won't be for long. Pardon me while I reach in and turn the ignition key. What? There we are. Hey, what's the big idea? Who are you? Get out of the car, both of you. No, wait a minute. I'm not in the habit of waiting. Get out. Come on, make it fast. All right, I'll help you out. Just move. You're breaking my arm. That's only a sample. Come on, Miss Roebling. I'm coming. That's better. Jack, it's the fellow with the cape. The one who was on the road. No, he's seeing things. It can't be. You're not seeing things. What's your name? Jack Roebling. Is she your wife? Yes. Do you know Dr. Walter Roebling? Yes, he's my uncle. I see. So that's the story. What story? I don't know any story. I'm afraid you know it all too well. No doubt you helped this clever young woman get your uncle off the train. Not quite certain what your game is, but I can imagine it isn't on the level. Jack, here's the gun. Put your hands up or I'll shoot. Do you think that little pearl-handled toy frightens me? Get your hands up or I'll let you have it. Better toss that cap pistol in the bushes or I might lose my temper. Go ahead. Stand back. Toss it in the bushes. Stand back, I said. Too bad you couldn't see those bullets bounce off my chest. It's a pretty sight. Jack. Now, six shots. That means the gun's empty. Now, what are you going to do? Oh, no, you don't. Stay with us. We like your company. Let go of me. Let go of me. I think I'll have to quiet you down. That's better. Sorry I had to put your husband to sleep, Mrs. Roebling, but he's better off that way. Now, stop whimpering. Nothing's going to happen to you. Get in the car. Just dump this lovely specimen of manhood into the rumble seat. Provided it's empty. Let's see. Yes. All right. In you go. Now, Mrs. Roebling, before we drive back and I turn you and your husband over to an old friend of yours, Clark Kent, I have a few questions I'd like answered. I didn't do anything. Unless I didn't. I know exactly what you did. Where's Dr. Roebling? Back in Martin City. Where in Martin City? 218 State Street? Yes. How did you know? That's my business, finding things out. Why did you and your husband take Dr. Roebling off the train? What were you after? It was all Jack's idea. He knew about his uncle's boy's machine. He wanted to get the right to it. He made me help him. I see. All right. I'll deliver both of you to Mr. Kent. And Mr. Kent can deliver you to Dr. Roebling and the police. Now that we're all settled and on our way back to Metropolis, you have a number of things to explain, my friend. Okay. What's bothering you, Lois? In the first place, why are we going home by train instead of using the car? Well, it would have taken too much time to get it from where we left it on the road. One of the garage men is driving it back. All right. Now, where did you find Jack Roebling and his wife? Just around the bend in the road. They had a flat. He pulled a gun on me and I had to knock him out. And yet, all the way back to Marden City, the blonde babbled about being attacked by a giant in a red cape. Oh, she was hysterical, Lois. What's more important is that we got those assignment papers for Dr. Roebling and probably the biggest feature story of the year. What do you mean? Well, you know, I just walked back to Dr. Roebling's drawing room to see whether he was all right. He was resting comfortably. You know what he told me? What? That only two people in the world, government officials, had ever been given a demonstration of his voice machine. Clark Kent, are you out of your mind? Is that what you call the biggest feature story of the year? Patience, Miss Lane, patience. At five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Dr. Roebling is going to demonstrate the machine to you, Mr. White, and myself. And because of what we did for him, the Daily Planet will be the first newspaper in the world to reveal his secret. What is the secret? We'll find out at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Yes, what is the closely guarded secret of Dr. Roebling's voice machine? A secret so precious that only two government officials are aware of it. There must be some startling reason for the machine being insured for ten million dollars. A reason all of us will know if we tune in on the next episode of Superman. Don't miss it. Don't forget. Tune in again for the next thrilling episode with Superman. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine.