Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! 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, bend steel 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. Convinced that someone is attempting to cause the collapse of the Metropolis University football team to prevent it from winning its final game with Southwest, Clark Kent has investigated every possible angle. As Superman, he followed the training table cook, Sam Dorff, after young Jimmy Olsen had seen Dorff put some medicine in the milk pitchers intended for the members of the team. But the portly cook turned out to be a false lead. Disappointed, Kent was about to give up when he received a call from Editor Perry White reporting a new development. As our story continues today, Kent is back at the Daily Planet in Editor White's office. Listen. Here's the note I told you about over the phone, Kent. Read it. Okay, Mr. White. Clark Kent, you will meet me at the Cedar Crest Sanatorium at midnight tonight. I will give you some interesting information. Signed, Dr. Wilson. What's the Cedar Crest Sanatorium? It's one of the beneficiaries under the terms of Mr. Richards' will. Where'd you get that information? I got it tonight from John Quincy, the lawyer who drew the will. I thought you told me he refused to cooperate. Oh, well, I, uh, I talked him into it. Oh, you talked him into it? Uh-huh. I don't suppose you've seen a copy of the late edition of The Planet, have you? No. Remember? It's the newspaper for which you're supposed to be working. If that's meant to be sarcastic. Well, what if it gave you that idea? Now, here. Take a look at the front page. Left-hand column. Costumed burglar defies gravity. Red-caped second-story man leaps out window as police guns blaze. What is this? Go ahead. Go ahead. Read further. A man with wings visited Metropolis today, broke into the 14th floor offices of John Quincy, senior partner of the law firm of Quincy Gardner and Scott, forced Mr. Quincy to open his wall safe and then amid a hail of police bullets, calmly leaped out of the open window and vanished from set. Oh, ho, ho. That sounds like a fairy story. Yes, doesn't it? But it isn't, Kent. There were three eyewitnesses, Quincy and two cops. Now, look, Mr. White, in the first place, anyone who jumped out a 14th floor window would have to be picked up off the ground with a vacuum cleaner. And that's what has the police running around in circles, tearing their hair. That's what nobody can understand. In the second place, why would anyone break into an office dressed in a red cape and blue tights? Who said anything about blue tights? Why, I saw it mentioned in the story. Oh. Well, maybe that kid is right. What kid? Jimmy Olsen. He says it was Superman. Jimmy would. Well, it really doesn't matter now. This message is far more important. I'm going to keep that midnight appointment. And I'm going with you. Well, that's not at all necessary, Mr. White. You don't like to stay out late. Don't you worry about what I like or don't like. I said I'm going with you. Okay, okay. You're the boss. I wish you'd remember that more often. Now, come on. It's 10.30. It'll take us an hour to get there. I'm ready. We'll take my car. What happened after you brought Dorff, the cook, back to the university? Oh, everything went to pieces. Dr. Stone said the medicine Dorff was putting in the milk was vitamin B1 compound. The men on the team get a dose of it every day. Then Professor Nelson made matters worse by telling me that Dorff's son was in the children's hospital at Sharon Heights suffering from infantile paralysis. That's why he had to catch a train to visit the boy. Well, I must say you managed to mess things up beautifully. And yet, you still think someone's trying to ruin the team? Yes, I can't believe the collapse of every man on the squad last week was accidental or a coincidence. Things don't happen that way. After all, any one of the three beneficiaries might be very interested in keeping the university from getting the $3 million legacy. Who are the other two besides the sanatorium? Clark, a half-brother of Richard's, and George Kane, a nephew. Clark lives out west and is independently rich. Kane, according to last reports, was working on an oil tanker. I see. And you think someone's trying to put the football team out of the commission to get hold of the money? That's what it looks like. Oh, slow up, there's a sign up ahead. Cedar Crest Sanatorium, one quarter mile. Turn left here. What was the bird's name up here? Wilson. Dr. Wilson. He probably runs the place. Oh, that must be it. The big stone building on the hill there. I'd have to be pretty sick to come up to this deserted neck of the woods. Now, there's the driveway between those cedar trees. Yeah, I see it is. Well, here we are. What time is it? Uh, quarter to twelve. Fifteen minutes early. I don't suppose it makes any difference. No, let's go in. Looks like a morgue more than a sanatorium. Yeah. There doesn't seem to be any bell. Oh, a knock. All right. How come Richard's named this place in his will? I don't know. Maybe he spent some time here. Maybe they pulled him through an illness. Oh, somebody's coming. Yeah? Who is it? Uh, Mr. Kent, I have an appointment with Dr. Wilson. Just a moment. Come in, please. Oh. There is another gentleman with you. Yes, Mr. White, the editor of my newspaper. Oh, yes. Come in. Thank you. Step this way, please. Dr. Wilson is busy at the moment, but if you will be seated here in the waiting room, I will tell him you have arrived. Mr. Kent, what is the other gentleman's name? Harry White. Thank you. Tell Dr. Wilson. All she needs is a broomstick to make her the best Halloween witch I've ever seen. What a face. She can't help her face, Mr. White. I suppose not. And I'd hate to bump into her on a dark night. They're the living daylights out of me. Did you notice her eyes? Look like little black shoe buttons. I imagine she's the matron, our manager. Dr. Wilson will see you in his private office. Oh. Follow me, please. All right. Through this hallway. This is Dr. Wilson's office. Step inside, please. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. She's locked us in. All right. This isn't an office at all. It's a bare room with two chairs. There aren't even any windows. Hey, open up. Open up, I said. Where's that voice coming from? That grill in the ceiling. There's a loudspeaker behind it. And a microphone as well, Mr. Kent. Saturday? What's he talking about? Both you and Mr. Kent are to be my guests. That voice. I've heard it before. Whoever you are, you're crazy. Oh, no. Just. What sort of nonsense is this? It isn't nonsense, Mr. White. He plans to keep us here until after the game on Saturday. The game he wants Metropolis to lose. Precisely, Mr. Kent. Who are you? What's your name? I'll call you a lot of other things before I'm through. Go right ahead. Now, look here. Just a minute, Mr. White. Let me talk to you. In the first place, your name isn't Dr. Wilson. In the second place, what do you hope to gain by keeping us here? You know exactly what I hope to do. So, you admit you're the man behind the collapse of the Metropolis team. Why not? Anything about it, men out on that. Why, you dirty snake in the grass. That won't help you now, Mr. White. I'll break this door down. Oh, if I could only get my hands on you. Wait, wait, come back. Now, what do we do? You got me into this. Just take it easy, Mr. White. What day is this? Tuesday. No, no, wait. It's after midnight. It's Wednesday. And do you mean to say we're going to be cooped up in this dungeon till Saturday? Four days? Not on your life. Wait, give me a chance to think. That voice. I know it, but I can't place it. Oh, what's the difference? We've got to get out of here. Yeah, I'll press that button. I'll press it until the cows come home. There, it rings a bell. Yes. Open the door. Okay, then I'll keep ringing. Not on your life. There's a lot of gas pouring into the room. It's choking me. Stop it. Stop it. I'm sorry, but we will. Kent, stop. Don't. Don't. You see what you've done? Kent! The gas! It's pouring in! Kent, in heaven, in heaven, stop! Why is Clark Kent keeping his finger on the bell button and allowing the gas to fill the chamber? He must have some reason. But the question is, will he be too late? Has the owner of the familiar voice already left the sanatorium? And by the way, whose voice is it? Do you know? Well, don't forget to tune in next time to make sure. It looks like Clark Kent is about to solve the mystery, but there are still some exciting moments ahead. So, listen in with Superman. Don't forget. Tune in again for the next thrilling episode with Superman. It's a plane! It's Superman! Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine. Tune in again for the next thing.
