Kellogg's Pep, the super delicious cereal, presents the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky, it's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Yes, it's Superman, who has today rushed to the suburbs of Metropolis in response to an urgent telephone call from Beanie Martin's brother, Joe. We'll join him in a moment. But right now, here's Dan McCullough to tell you all about the wonderful model of the walkie-talkie. Say, gang, wouldn't it be fun if you two could have a working model of a walkie-talkie? Just like the one Beanie's brother, Joe, made for him and Jimmy Olsen? Why, you bet it would. And now you can do just that. Sure. Now you can get a nifty cardboard model walkie-talkie from the Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And believe me, it's one of the most amazing prizes you've ever seen. Now, I'll tell you more about how to get it a little bit later. But first, here's the dope on how it looks. This wonderful Kellogg walkie-talkie is almost a foot high. It's regular army color, and it comes complete with receiver transmitter and 48 feet of cord. There's an indicator dial, a strap handle, and two aerial sticks as well. And, gang, there's almost no limit to the exciting and dramatic ways you can use this grand walkie-talkie. You can send and receive messages from nearly 50 feet away. You can transmit secret reports on enemy activities. You can issue and receive orders from several terminal points on the field of battle. Now, here's how you can get your Kellogg walkie-talkie. So listen closely. Send two box tops from that super delicious cereal, Kellogg's Pep, along with a dime and your name and address, clearly printed to Superman, Box 80, that's Box 8-0, Battle Creek, Michigan. Your Kellogg walkie-talkie will be rushed to you right away. And, gang, be sure to keep listening, because in just a few minutes, I'm going to tell you more about this marvelous walkie-talkie that really works. And now, the adventures of Superman. Stringing their homemade walkie-talkie from Beanie Martin's house to the supposedly empty house next door, Beanie and Jimmy Othu were seized by two men, bound hand and foot, and left in a dark room. Fortunately, it was the room from which Jimmy had been communicating with Beanie over the walkie-talkie, and the transmitter of the instrument was still there. Rolling over to it, Jimmy contacted Beanie's brother Joe, a disabled war veteran waiting at the other end. He told him to phone Clark Kent at the Daily Planet and tell him to come at once. As we continue now, Kent, as Superman, has arrived at the empty house, and having searched it thoroughly, is about to leave when he hears someone at the front door. Uh-oh, who's that? Open up in there! Better get back into Kent's clothes or there'll be too many questions to answer. Open up on a phone, boys! Hold your horses, brother. There we are. All set. Just a minute! Hey! Hey, where are they? Where are who? You know who? The two kids. My brother and young Olsen. Don't get excited, Joe. Take it easy. If I don't find those kids, I'll... Hey, how'd you know my name? You said you were Beanie's brother. That makes you Joe Martin, doesn't it? Well, who are you? Clark Kent. What are you trying to hand me? I just talked to Kent on the phone. He was at the Daily Planet. That's right. You can't be Kent. It takes a good 20 minutes to get here from the planet, and I was on the phone with Kent less than five minutes ago. I'll explain that some other time, Joe. Right now, there's work to do. Beanie and Jimmy are missing. Oh, wait a minute. But I'm still not sure this is on the level. Come here. Let's move over here where there's some light from the street lamp, and I'll prove to you that it's all on the level. All right. Take a look at this police car, Joe. Oh, I don't need it now. Now that I see your face, you're Kent. I've seen your picture, and they'll find it plenty of times. But how'd you get here so... Now, skip that for the time being, Joe. Tell me what happened, will you? All I know is I built a kind of a walkie-talkie for Beanie and... Walkie-talkie? Yeah. Yeah, I made it out of cardboard and string. Oh. It worked okay. The kids were having a lot of fun with it, talking to each other, and then I guess they decided to string it between the two houses. Jim came over here with his end, and Beanie stayed in our place next door. Next thing I knew, Beanie came rushing into my room, yelling that something happened to Jim. Yeah? He couldn't raise him on the walkie-talkie, and he said he heard Jim choking. You mean this was over the walkie-talkie? Yeah. I figured it was a gag, so I gave Beanie an old broken Jap pistol I picked up in Saipan and told him to go down there and pull a gag on Jim. Yes? Well, I waited in Beanie's room to see what had happened. It was pretty dark out, and I couldn't see anything, but once I thought I heard voices. I waited ten minutes, and then I started to get a little worried, so I figured maybe I'd better hobble over there and take a look. When suddenly Jim's voice came through in the walkie-talkie, telling me the two guys had him and Beanie. Why didn't you call the police? Well, Jim said not to. He said to call you. He said there was a story. Oh, that's Jim all over the story first. Go on, Joe, will you? What else? That's all. After I hung up on you, I decided to see what I was doing myself, even with this bum leg, so I came over. What does it all add up to, Mr. Kent? It doesn't add up to much at the moment, Joe. Let's search the house, huh? I've already done that. When? Before you got here. But you didn't have time. I had all the time I needed. I don't get it. If you say so, I suppose it's all right. Did you find anything? No, not very much. Something was evidently going on in the basement, though. I found a few empty paint cans, and a button that might have come from Jimmy's suit, and this peculiar red nail. Looks like an ordinary ten-penny nail, but why it should be painted red, I don't know. Do you have a penknife, Joe? Yeah, yeah. Here. Thanks. Careful, it's sharp. Do you mind if I use it to scrape some paint off his nail? No, no, go ahead. Okay. This may all be a waste of time. Hey, that's funny. Brass underneath, isn't it? Brass nothing. Right at this moment, Joe, I'm willing to bet a week's salary. This nail is solid gold. Gold? Uh-huh. Are you kidding? No, it doesn't seem possible, but I'm afraid it is. Now it's all beginning to make sense. Those empty paint cans. What about them? They had red paint in them. Yeah? Joe, for some unknown, and at the moment seemingly fantastic reason, someone was using the basement of this empty house to dip solid gold nails in red paint. Why? What for? Well, if I knew the answer to that, Joe, I wouldn't be standing here. But evidently, Beanie and Jimmy stumbled on it accidentally. That really worries me. What do you mean? Well, the kids probably saw what was going on. Whatever it is, it's illegal since it involves gold. You know, of course, that gold is frozen in this country. Well, yeah, sure, but we've got to find out where those kids are, Joe. They know too much, and it may be dangerous for them. Well, how are we going to find out? I don't know. Let me think. They must have been... They must have taken them away in a car. Did you hear a car pull out? Yeah, I heard a car, but I didn't think it was pulled away from this house. Well, then there should be some fresh tire tracks at the curb. It rained early this afternoon. Come on, let's take a look. Oh, gee, I forgot about your leg. Oh, it's all right. I can get around. Oh, good. Come on. Okay. Watch the steps. I'm okay. How'd you get the bad leg? I walked into a hunk of Jap water shell. Uh-oh. I was lucky, though. I'm limping, yeah, but the guy who was standing next to me when the shell burst, he's dead. I guess you were luckier than a lot of guys, Joe. Yeah, I know. Here we are at the curb. Can't see anything without a flash. Wait a minute. I see tire tracks. Fresh ones. Where? Right here. Boy, you got eyes like a cat. Not much tread left on the tires. This blowout patch on the left rear. Well, the cops can trace a car from the tire tracks, can't they? Uh-huh. Look, I'll tell you what you do, Joe. What? Get back into your house and report this to the police. See if you can reach Inspector Henderson. He knows Jimmy Olsen personally. Okay. What are you going to do? Well, I'll look around again and see what I can pick up. Go ahead, will you? Right. I'll see you later. Okay. Now, to get out of these clothes. Jim and Beanie are in trouble, I'm sure of it. Blowout patch on the left rear tire, huh? Not much to go by, but maybe I can trail that car as Superman. There we are. Now, through the darkness is keen eyes following the scarcely visible tire tracks. Superman attempts to trail what he is certain was the abduction car. But as he nears a boulevard, the flow of traffic increases and the task becomes more difficult. Threatening, the man of steel has to slow his pace. Meanwhile, a few miles north of the city, a small black sedan turns off the highway and climbs a steep gravel hill. A bull-necked man is at the wheel. And in the rear seat, another man, thin and shifty-eyed, watches the dark trees and bushes lining the side road. At his feet lie Jimmy Olsen and Beanie Martin, unconscious, their arms and legs tightly bound. Are you still out, Steve? Yeah, out cold. You must have stocked up plenty hard, Eddie. I hope they eat finished. Not yet, but soon. I don't like bumping them off. I don't like it one bit. What's the matter? You getting soft, Eddie? I ain't getting soft, but I ain't looking for no way to rap either. These kids, they do nothing. I know. They seen us in the house, didn't they? So what? So they seen us stuff, didn't they? Why do they know a couple of crazy kids? I don't see why the boss says to get rid of them. On account of the boss is smart and you ain't. Maybe those kids ain't dumb like they made out. Maybe they've been in the house before when no one was around. Not a chance. But maybe they was. So the boss is just playing it safe. But when you're getting set to rake in all the door there is in the world, Steve, you're a chump if you take any chances. Maybe you're right. Sure, I'm right. Stop your worrying. Yeah. End of the line. Come on. Yeah, pull them out of the car, Steve. We'll get it over with and scram. Yeah. Come on. Let's go. Swiftly, the two men haul the unconscious, Jimmy Olsen and Feeney Martin, from the rear of the car. What are they going to do? We'll return in a moment to find out. But first, here's our friend with some exciting information. Say, gang, I want to tell you right now about how to get one of those wonderful Kellogg walkie-talkies I was describing a few minutes ago. So listen closely. Send two box tops from that super delicious cereal, Kellogg's Pep, along with ten cents in cash and your name and complete address, clearly printed, to Superman Box 80, that's Box 8-0, Battle Creek, Michigan. You'll be mailed your own Kellogg walkie-talkie right away. And you know, you'll be one of the luckiest guys in your crowd, or I miss my guess. You see, this Kellogg walkie-talkie is regular Army color, and it comes equipped with receiver transmitter and 48 feet of communication lines, as well as a tuning-in dial and aerial sticks. And gang, there are all kinds of exciting things you can do with this grand model walkie-talkie. You can send secret commands and receive reports on enemy activities from nearly 50 feet away. You can talk in code so that no one can understand you except your lieutenant. You can even whisper into your walkie-talkie and have your orders received. What's more, if you get your best friends to send in for their Kellogg walkie-talkies, you can fix up a three- or four-way hookup and have a mighty efficient communication system that really baffles the enemy. So gang, get busy right now, because this offer is good for only a few days. Send two Kellogg's Pep box tops and 10 cents in cash to Superman Box 80, that's Box 8-0, Battle Creek, Michigan. And you'll be mailed your own Kellogg walkie-talkie. Hurry now, be the first in your gang to own one of these marvelous walkie-talkies that really works. And now, back to the adventures of Superman. Stopping their car at the crest of a steep, deserted hill which overlooks the river, two men named Eddie and Steve dragged the unconscious Jimmy Olsen and Beanie Martin from the rear of the car, cut the ropes from their arms and legs, and sat them in the front seat. As we join them now, they are standing beside the car, admiring their handiwork. They sure look natural behind their wheel, don't they? Just like they was going for a little joyride. Hurry up, Eddie. Somebody might come up the hill. Who's going to come up this hill? Men's in a river, don't they? And the yacht club that used to be down there is closed up. The boy said that... They said he'd be driving past on a highway where this hill starts at exactly 8 o'clock. Just, uh, six minutes date now. It'll take his time to walk back to the highway, won't it? It'll take exactly four minutes. The boy's night time at last four... Okay, okay, so what's a minute? At least a break and get it over with. I don't like waiting. You know, you're getting too nervous for this business, Steve. You ought to buy yourself a candy store. I don't like the smell of this. They wait for a newspaper. It ain't healthy to fool around with newspaper guys. Yeah. They ain't working for no newspaper no more. When they picked up in the river, the cops will figure they swiped this car for a little ride, see? And they didn't know this hill ended right in a drink. Okay, okay. Stop talking and get it over with. Steering wheel luck. Yeah. Okay, Steve. Give her a push. There she goes. There he goes. Right for the river. Imagine the flight sedan carrying the unconscious Jimmy Olsen and Beanie Martin rushes down the steep hill toward the dark river. In a matter of seconds, it will plunge into the water. And Superman has not yet arrived. Has he lost the trail? Don't miss tomorrow's episode in this exciting new story. Tune in, same time, same station for The Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. 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