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This looks like a job for Superman. Kelloggs 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. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. On a lonely beach 50 miles from Metropolis, Superman waged a titanic battle with Henry Miller, the Atom Man, a human monster in whose bloodstream flows the deadly kryptonite, enabling him to generate terrific atomic power. Finally, Superman was conquered and lay motionless on the sand, drunk with power. Miller destroyed the Teufel, the half mad German scientist who had made him the Atom Man. Then, certain that Superman was dead, Miller buried him in a deep hole on the beach and left for Metropolis to make further use of his incredible atomic power. As we continue now, Jimmy Olsen, having escaped from a henchman of Teuton's and has arrived at the ravaged blasted beach with Sheriff Simpson and a deputy. Unaware that Superman lies almost beneath his feet, Jimmy stands by as the sheriff and his deputy bend over the charred body of the toyful. Appears to me this man was struck by lightning. Wouldn't you say so, Fred? Ain't nothing else, Ferv. Must have been one awful freak storm that hit here too. There were the big craters in the beach and them trees down the woods. You notice how they're split and blackened clear through? Yeah. Nelson. Yes, sir? Take another look at this fella. You still think he's that Nazi, Teufel? Well, I'm sure of it. Especially now he hasn't got his phony wig and mustache. Well, I called Inspector Henderson. He'll be out here pretty soon. He'll know. Now, what about those other two men you said you saw here? Must have been more than two, Sheriff. Judging by all these tracks in the sand, there are only two. Besides Teufel, I mean. One was Henry Miller, our new reporter. He was the one who was shooting the green sparks out of his hands. Green sparks? Yeah, they were like. Like little bolts of lightning. And they were coming right out of his hands. What the. Hold it, Fred. Go on, Olson. Miller was shooting these sparks at a man in the sand. It was right about here at the edge of the woods. Made the whole beach and forest shake at first before I saw what it was, I thought it was an earthquake. Great G horse, man. Great fiddlestakes. Olson must have seen the tail end of the lightning storm. Some of the boats probably hit behind Miller and Olson thought they were coming out of his hands. They were. And there wasn't any storm don't talk foolish, son. Only lightning could split these big trees down the middle and scorch them that way and blast these big holes in the beach. But I tell you. Never mind, never mind. I told you what happened. Now, what about this man you say was lying on the sand? You sure it wasn't this one fellow you claimed? Teufel? No, Teufel was standing behind Miller. I don't know who the other man was. He was lying on his stomach. Is he a big fella? Big or small? He was pretty big, I think. He was all hunched up, I can't be sure. He had on a red sweater or jacket or something. He. I think he was dead, but Miller kept shooting the sparks at him. If he was dead, where is he? That's what I was going to ask. Gosh, how do I know? I got scared and ran back through the woods to get help. Maybe Miller buried him. Why would he bury him? Not trifle, I think. What do you got there, Fred? I think it's it. Yeah? Yeah, a gun. A.32. Oh. See it here? I saw part of the barrel sticking up out of the sand. Four shots fired from it. Not very long ago either. You still smell powder? Maybe that's what Olson saw. The sparks. I mean, Miller might have been shooting the guy on the ground. No, I didn't. It could be. Come on, do a little digging. Where you found the gun thread. I see that. Olsen's right. Miller buried the fellow. Okay. It was right here. Yes. Start digging. You look around, Olson. Maybe you'll find something else. Okay. Don't seem like nothing's buried here, Sheriff. Put down a bit more. Wait. Hey, what's this? What? This little piece of cloth. See? It's red. Uh huh. But What? Elson said the fellow was wearing something red sweater, jacket or something. That piece of cloth didn't come out of a sweater or a jacket. It's too silky. It might have come out of a muffler, though. Olson said it might have been a muffler he saw. Yeah. Look here. Darkened scorch, like. Might be powder birds, huh? From the gun, maybe. Come on, take some more. All right. Nothing yet. Keep going. Found the gun. Here. A piece of cloth. Hey, Sheriff. Sheriff, wait. Fred. What is it, son? Come on over here. I found something. Okay. Where is he? There, at the edge of the woods. Oh, yeah? What'd you find, Olson, come over here and see. Yeah. I don't want to touch it. Maybe he found the other dead guy. Yeah, we'll see. Yeah, okay. What is it, Olson? There See on the ground. What? What? Shucks, I heard. Look. Red. Look. There's another piece of red cloth. Sure enough. That's what I wanted to show you. Looks just like the piece we found back there. Yep, scorched and dark in the same way, too. Any blood on it? Nope. Don't get it. Well, maybe Miller dragged the man into the woods here and buried him. And the piece of red cloth could have come from the man's clothes. Remember I told you he was wearing something red? Say, that might be it, Sheriff. The ground looks fresh turned over, too. Maybe if we dig right here. All the ground looks fresh turned over. That's when the trees getting uprooted in lightning storms. But if we dig right here where I found the knife. We can't go digging up the whole beach and woods. Tell you what to do. Fred, you and Olson take my car and drive to Linwood. Find Doc Akers and bring him out here and look over the body. By the time you fetch him, Inspector Henderson ought to be here. And then I'll wait for the inspector. No. Gosh, I gotta call the Planet and tell him what happened to Teufel. This is a big scope. I don't want any newspaper stories till Inspector Henderson says it is. Teufeld, I want you to go to state police headquarters with Fred Olsen. You heard me. You give state headquarters a description of Miller and the car he was driving so they can get an alarm out for it. But I tell you. Will you stop arguing? Miller maybe killed somebody. If that's really toyful like you say. It's toyful, all right. Well, then if Miller was working with him. Miller's a Nazi too, Maybe a murderer. We gotta find him. I'll get going. Both of you. Okay, Sheriff. Come on, Olson. I'm coming. Boy, they better get Miller. I tell you, there were green sparks shooting out of his hands and shaking the ground. Golly, I wish I knew where to find Superman. He'd make short work of Mr. Henry Miller, unaware that he himself prevented Sheriff Simpson and his deputy from finding Superman by calling them away just when their probing hands were a few scant inches above the buried man of steel. Jimmy follows the deputy to the sheriff's car. What will happen next? There's an exciting climax ahead, which we'll bring you in a moment. But first, here's a word from your announcer. You know, gang, a lot of people think it's more fun to anticipate something, you know, to look forward to it than it is to actually have it. But believe me, that's not true of those new comic buttons you fellows and girls are all collecting from packages of Kellogg's Pep. Of course, it is fun to look forward to mom opening a new package of Pep and you know to wonder which button you'll find inside. But it's just as exciting when you get that smart looking button. Maybe it's one of the new comic buttons you need for your collection. Might be Superman or Winnie Winkle or Orphan Annie. Or maybe it'll be a duplicate that you can swap with one of your friends. Boy, that's swell fun too. And you'll get a kick out of pinning those comic buttons on your jacket or dress or cap. And the best part is, those nifty comic buttons are so easy to get, you don't send in any money. Not even a box. Stop. And. And you can't buy them anywhere. You just ask mom to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Inside every package there's a thrilling prize. One of these new comic buttons with pictures of your funny sheet favorites or a military insignia or warplane button. There's a prize for you in every package of Pep Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. It is just before sunset on the lonely, ravaged beach where Superman and the Atom man fought their herculean battle. Teufel's body has been removed. Inspector Henderson and state police officers have visited the scene, made photographs, measured footprints and departed. Now all is silent, save for the low murmur of the wind and the lapping of the outgoing tide. But suddenly the silence is broken as two men dressed in hunting clothes and carrying shotguns come through the fringe of the woods toward the beach. Black and white water spaniel roaming in the brush suddenly springs out on the sand and plume tail aloft rushes off, off the beach, barking. Listen to that crazy animal. Can't wait for us to knock a couple of crackers down so we can go fetch him. I can't wait either. I haven't had a decent shot yet this season. We ought to get plenty of shots in the next half hour. Got three mallards and a pintail on this beach yesterday, and the wind's better today. I hope you're right. All I wanted. Hey, Joe, look. Holy smokes. What happened to the beach? I don't know. It sure is torn up like it was bombed. Yeah, look at those trees up ahead. They're all down. Must have been a hurricane. Ah, we'd have heard about it. Probably a freak electrical storm. See how that Big Oak is split right down the middle. Yeah, and it's scorched. Why, you're right. Only lightning could do that. Boy, glad I wasn't around. Me too. Hey, look at that hole. Wow. It must be 10ft deep. I see it. Uh. Oh, I see something better. Light of Mallard's coming in. Straight ahead. Hold it, Mark. Don't move. Right. Where's the dog? Don't worry about him. He knows his business. Well, how do you like that? Spark and his fool head off and scaring the ducks away. Biff, come here. Biff, come here. He's digging in the sand. I'll teach him. Come on. He knows better than that. Biff, come here. Come here, boy. He must have found something. Look how deep he is already. I can just see his tail. Yeah, that fool dog. And after all the years he's been hunting, digging up a dead fish and barging his head off with ducks overhead. He's gonna hear from me. Biff, stop that digging. Stop, ass. Biff, stop that digging. Enraged, the duck hunter strides along the beach approaching the deep hole his excited dog is digging in the salt sand, determined to pull him away and reprimand him for having spoiled a perfect shot. If he does, the body of Superman buried deep in the sand at the very spot will never be discovered. Or even now. The tide is rising, and as the sun sets, the water will roll up and cover the beach. Or does it matter? Can Superman, bombarded by livid bolts of atomic energy and buried now for almost an hour, still be alive? We'll know tomorrow. And we'll also know what plans the deadly atom man is hatching. So be sure to listen. Tune in same time, same station, and follow the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station. By the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg fap. 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 single bound. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Yes, it's Superman. And today, on the bleak and ravaged beach where the man of Steel waged his greatest battle Two duck hunters witness a strange scene. We'll join them in a moment. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, the other day, one of the gang told me that he always used to wish that there were more games that fellas and girls could play together. But since Kellogg's pet began putting out those brand new comic buttons, well, he says it swell because girls and fellas get a great kick out of collecting these brilliant new buttons, wearing them pinned on their jacket or dress or cap. And of course, there's always the fun of exchanging duplicates to add a new character to your collection. What's more, both fellas and girls in the gang say these comic buttons are just about the smartest looking things they ever saw. Full comic strip colors on a clear white coated metal button with the pictures of your funny sheet favorites standing out like anything. Take that button with Superman on it, for instance. Boy, that's a honey. He looks so real he could speak. And as for getting all 18 buttons in the series, that's just as easy for girls as it is for boys. You can't buy them, you know. And you don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. The only way you can get these new comic buttons is the easy way. As prizes in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal and Kellogg's Pep. Ask mom to get you a package of Pep tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside one of these brand new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember, that's P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now the Adventures of Superman. Using Jimmy Olsen as bait, Henry Miller, in whose blood flows the deadly kryptonite which makes him an atom man, lured Superman to a lonely beach and defeated him in a titanic battle. Drunk with his power, Miller killed Der Teufel, the Nazi scientist who had transformed him into a human atomic monster, then buried Superman in a deep hole in the sand. Then he left for Metropolis, intending to destroy that great city as his first step in conquering the world. But shortly before sunset, as Superman lay buried beneath the sand, two duck hunters, Joe Nelson and Mart Andrews. Suddenly Nelson's hunting dog, a water spaniel, began to bark and dig furiously, spoiling a perfect shot for the two hunters. Annoyed, Nelson hurried to where the animal had already clawed out a socrable hole. You bet. Come out of that hole. Come out, I say. Wonder what he found down there. Dead fish or a sand crab or something. You hear me? Come out of there. All right, if you won't I'll haul you out. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? A pedigreed hunting dog digging for dead fish. Come on, now. He sure doesn't want to come out of there. I don't know what's come over him. Biff, cut it out. Stop that noise. How do you expect any ducks to show up with you barking your fool head off? Here, look at him. He wants to dig some more. I'll dig him. Biff, stop it. Stop it, I said. What? But. Hey, Joe, wait. Huh? What's the matter? Come here. What is it? Look down there where the dog was digging. Shut up, Biff. Where, Mark? At the bottom of the hole, sticking out of the sand. You see? Holy smoke. Looks like a man's force, that's what it is. Somebody's buried down there, but, er. Well, that's why. Biff. Come on, Mark. We gotta see him. Help me get the sand off. Get away from here, B. Get away. Come on. I can't understand how anybody'd be buried here on the beach. The tide might have washed him up. Yeah, maybe. But I don't like this Joe. I don't either. Hey, he's dead as a doornail, Joe. What'd you expect? Buried under the sand? Poor guy. Wonder who he is. Beach coma, maybe. Say, that's funny. His clothes are ripped to pieces. You can't even make out what they are. But I don't see any marks on him. I don't either. That is funny. What do you suppose happened to him? Search me. He wasn't drowned. You can tell that? You know, come to think of it, he must have been struck by that lightning. Lightning? Sure. The lightning storm that knocked down all those trees and tore up the beach. Big bolt must have hit him, dug a hole in the beach and buried him. Look at his clothes. Or what's left of them. See how charred they are? If it was lightning that burned and tore his clothes up, that way he'd be burned too. That's right. Well, no use worrying about. What was that? That was what I heard. A low moan. Didn't you hear it? No. Or maybe you heard Biff up the beach. Biff's way up the beach. There it is again. Yeah. Holy smoke. Joe, this fella's alive. How could he be buried under the sand? Wait a minute. Wait a minute. See if I can hear his heart. You felt his heart before? I just put my hand over it. I was sure he was dead. Quiet now. Hear anything? Not yet. Wait. Yeah, it's beating all right. It is? Yeah, I can Hardly hear it, but it's beating all right. We've got to get him to a doctor fast. Take his legs, Joe. Okay. Oh, no, wait. We better not move him. He might be hurt inside. I'll tell you why. I'll drive to Sam Tyler's and call the hospital at Lynwood, send out an ambulance. But his heart's weak. He may go any minute. Getting the ambulance here will be better than us carrying him to the car and then giving him a bumpy ride. Ambulance could come in on the beach road. I'll make it as fast as I can. Mark. Come on. Leaving his hunting companion with the still figure of Superman, Joe Nelson rushes away to his car. Within an hour, an ambulance roars up the beach road and two attendants bearing a stretcher hurry across the dark sands. A short time later, in a room in the Lynwood Hospital, Superman lies in a bed, his eyes closed, scarcely seeming to breathe. Leaving an intern and nurses with him, Dr. Bruce, chief of Staff, steps into the corridor where Sheriff Simpson awaits him. How is he, Doc? Hello, Sheriff. Still in a coma. What are his chances? Frankly, not too good. Our only hope is that he'll respond to a blood transfusion. Him? We're getting him ready now. By the way, his people ought to be notified. You able to find any identification in his clothes? Call them clothes. Weren't no more than burn up Rags fall to ashes if you touch them. If you had any papers on them, they're ashes too. Hey, Doc, you figure he was struck by lightning? I never heard of a man struck by lightning who didn't show a mark of it on his body. Me neither. This Poe's all ripped to pieces and burned. How could that happen without there being a mark on him? I don't know, Sheriff. This is a very puzzling case. You said it. Sure hope you can pull the poor fellow through, Doc. Chances are he's the one young Olsen saw on the beach with them two Nazis. Nazis? What Nazis? Ain't in the papers yet. But one of them was Teufeld, Nazi scientist. He was killed by lightning, no doubt about that. The other one, Henry Miller, got away. This fellow might be able to tell us what Teufel and Miller were up to, where Miller went. Well, I'll certainly do all I can, sheriff, but. Doctor. Dr. Bruce. Ready for me, Snyder? No, sir. I mean, please. Come here, sir. Something happened. I can't understand it. What's the trouble? His skin. I can't puncture. What? Yes, sir. I broke two needles. His skin is impenetrable. What's that mean, Doc? I'll have to see. You can come in, Sheriff. I remember reading of a case of a man struck by. Never mind. Snyder, get an injection needle for you. That's fair. Looks dead to me, Doc. He's still alive. Here you are, sir. Thanks. Step back, please, Sheriff. Now swab his arm, Snyder. Yes, sir. Yeah, that'll do. Now, let's see about this. Good heavens. Huh? Needle broke. See, sir, it's amazing, but I once. Never mind about your eating. Snyder, get me a scalpel. Yes, sir. Listen, Doc. Please, Sheriff. Okay, I just wanted to know. Let me see. Craig Hippens. You're right, Snyder. This man's skin is impenetrable. I told you, sir. The lightning must have petrified his skin. I. I read of a case like that. So have I, but I never believed it. Now, what goes on, Doc? Something occurred, perhaps the lightning is, Snyder suggests, which has made this man's skin impenetrable. That means, unfortunately. What does it mean? It means we can't give him blood plasma. We can't do anything for this poor chap now. He's doomed, Superman. Doomed. And strangely enough, by one of his own superhuman powers. While he lies helpless, given up for lost, his deadly foe, the Atom man, has arrived in Metropolis. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. But first, here again is your announcer. You know, gang, these new comic buttons that Kellogg's path is putting out are so easy to get that. Well, your collection must really be growing. For instance, have you got the Superman button yet? Boy, doesn't he look real with his bright red cape and Superman insignia. And how about Uncle Walt from Gasoline Alley? He has that colic. You know, the tuft of hair that's always sticking up straight. And Moon Mullins and his big black cigar. And a Haroldine with his bow tie. Believe me, every single One of these 18 comic strip characters looks just as real as in the funny papers. Full comic strip colors, too. On a white enameled metal button. That's a real eye catcher. Gee, it's Fun collecting all 18 different buttons, trading duplicates with your friends and wearing all your buttons pinned on your jacket or dress or cap. And these buttons are easy to get. Sure, you don't send in a single penny, not even a box. Stop. Fact is, you can't buy these bright colored buttons anywhere. You just ask mom to get plenty of that super delicious Whole wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. Then look inside the package and see which prize you find. One of these sharp Looking new. Comic buttons or a military insignia. Or a warplane button. It's your prize from P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. As Superman was brought to the Linwood Hospital, Henry Miller, the Nazi Atom man who had defeated and left him for dead, arrived in Metropolis. Now just before 11 o' clock at night. His hat pulled low over his face and his coat collar muffling his chin. He is riding an express elevator to the observation tower of the Metropolis bank. The highest point in the city. 105 lofty stories above the street. Except for the Atom man and the uniformed operator, the elevator is empty. You won't get much for your 50 cents tonight, mister. Tower closes in five minutes at 11 o'. Clock. Five minutes will be enough for my purposes. You can't really get the view in that short time. From all sides of the tower, that is. Besides, it's pretty cloudy tonight. I don't mind cloud. Okay, Mississippi. Here we are. It looks like you got the whole place to yourself. That's okay. I won't be lonesome. I'll be up for you in five minutes when the tower closes. Fine. That's all the time I'll need. I don't get it, but okay. Walking out the deserted observation tower 105 stories above the street, Henry Miller casts a quick look around him, makes certain he is alone. Ben reaches into his pocket and withdraws his meshed metal gloves and electronic torque converter. Quickly he straps the converter to his throat, tight against his jugular vein. Ben pulls on his metal gloves. Now he is the deadly Atom Man. He stops the chest high brick wall which surrounds the tower, peering down through the cloudy night at the broken pattern of light and darkness below him where the citizens of Metropolis work and sleep peacefully, unaware of the distress destruction threatening them. First Metropolis, then the rest of the world. I will leave only this building standing. The rest I will turn to. Less than dusk. For a moment longer, the Atom man looked down on the great city beneath him. Then his right hand moved through the switch on the converter at his throat. The switch that will send the impulse to the kryptonite atoms in his blood and force them surging in a terrible stream of atomic power through his metal gloved fingers. What can save Metropolis now? Jimmy Olsen, Perry White, Lois Lane and all the other innocent millions. Superman lies scarcely breathing in a hospital 50 miles away. Never was a moment more tense. So don't miss tomorrow's thrilling episode, fellows and girls. Something happens. Something. Something you can't possibly guess. Tune in, same time, same station, for a thrill a minute in the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. 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It's a plane. It's Superman. Conquered and left for dead by Henry Miller, the Nazi atom man. Superman lies in a coma in a country hospital with his costume torn and burned beyond recognition. His identity is unknown and all hope for his life has been abandoned. Meanwhile, with Superman disposed of, Miller decided to test his atomic power by destroying part of Metropolis. And late at night, he ascended to the observation tower of the Metropolis bank building 105 stories above the street. Alone. Now on the high tower, he fastens a tiny electronic converter to his throat and don's meshed metal gloves. A maniacal gleam in his eyes, he looks down at the great sleeping city below him and reaches to throw the switch on the throat converter to flash an electronic impulse to the deadly kryptonite atoms in his blood and send them surging in a stream of terrible atomic power through his metal gloved fingers. Listen. Now. Now is the time I will destroy Barta Metropolis. Then the rest of the world will surrender to me and Germany will rise from her ashes and I shall be her savior. In a moment, Metropolis, you'll be dust Only this one building will remain of all your glory. Throwing the switch, the Atom man raises his curiously gloved hands, stretches them beyond the chest high wall which surrounds the dark Tower. He waits for the atomic energy to build and surge in his blood for the first blinding white hot flash, the avalanche of jagged green sparks, the forked lightning that leaps from his fingers. He waits one moment too. And then the first whining crackle of the deadly atomic power begins. There it comes. What's wrong? Where is the lightning? Suddenly the deadly crackling hisses and sputters out and a look of alarm crosses the Atom Man's face. His hand flies to the switch on the throat converter. Turns it turns it again. Still there is no flashing explosion, no snake like green lightning. Frantically, the Atom man turns the switch again and again, seeking for his terrible power. But he hears only the empty, futile click of the switch. Then even the radioactive hum of the kryptonite in his blood fades away. He rages. And then he gasps and pales as he remembers the warning of the brilliant half mad scientist who had transformed him into a human monster. The toy Fox. He said my atomic power would diminish. He said the kryptonite in my blood could be exhausted. I've got to find the Scarlet Widow. She has more kryptonite. Oh, but how? I don't know her. I don't know where she is. Wait, wait. Before I left Germany, Teufel told me something. What was it? What was it? I remember he said there was an address stitched in one of my gloves. Someone's coming out here. 11 o', clock, mister. Gotta close the tower now. Hay the elevator operator. Got to get the conveyor and gloves off before you see them. Okay, I'll be right with you there. Into my pocket with them. Sorry to have kept you waiting. That's all right. I just have to see that everyone's off at a tower at 11 o'. Clock. Those are the rules. I understand. Yeah, I'll take you down, huh? Hey, you couldn't see much tonight, could you, Hank? I didn't see what I wanted to, but I will the next time. Descending to the building lobby, the slim blonde Atom man leaves the car and walks rapidly to the street, his hat pulled low over his eyes, his coat collar muffling his chin. In the shadow of a doorway, he carefully examines his metal gloves, nods with satisfaction, then hails a taxi and is driven to a handsome apartment building in an exclusive residential section facing the park. In the foyer of a ninth floor apartment, he. He gives One of his gloves to a short, slant eyed man servant in neat dark clothes, who disappears with it, then returns to conduct Miller into a luxuriously furnished drawing room. There, reclining on a divan with a box of chocolates at his elbow, is a grotesquely fat man in a flowered silk dressing gown. Small, almost babyish features are set in a vast pale moonlight face topped with thin, silky pink hair. As he listens, his pudgy hands constantly conduct chocolates to his tiny mouth. But as the Atom man nears the end of his story, the fat man, who is known only as Sidney, pauses with a candy halfway to his lips. And his sleepy little eyes sparkle like cold blue diamonds. Superman dead, eh? I can't believe it. It's true. Superman dead. My boy, that's. Will you stop saying if I tell you I killed him? Cindy Miller, gently. I'm accustomed to surprises, but this. This is the most amazing thing I ever heard. Amazing? I. All of us were certain he could never be destroyed. We tried everything. Well, we can forget about Superman now. I need more kryptonite and you've got to get it for me. Sydney. Where does one get with kryptonite? A woman called the Scarlet Widow has it. Scarlet Widow? Yes. Do you know her? Who doesn't know the Scarlet Widow? She's the cleverest woman in the world. And the most dangerous. I don't care about that. You know where she is? I can find out if necessary. But you told me that Teufel had to go to your father in Germany to have the stuff dissolved. Neither chemist could do it. But now your father. Your father's dead. I helped my father when he was working on the problem. I remember the formula for dissolving it. Of course, we'll need a good chemist. Securing the chemist won't be too difficult. But dealing with the Scarlet Widow is another matter. Very expensive. So what? You must have plenty of money. No man ever has enough money. And I love money more than anything in the world. Are you sure you won't have a chocolate? These are really delicious. I said I don't want any. Look, Sydney, you don't seem to understand. Once I'm the Atom man again, I can destroy Metropolis, London, Moscow. I can destroy all of our enemies. I'm not interested in destroying our enemies. And destroying cities is a great waste. Great way. Cities represent wealth, and wealth is all that matters. I'll get someone else to help me. Go ahead, go ahead. You won't get very far. Not even a mile from his house. What do you mean haven't you seen the papers or heard the radio tonight? The bullies and the FBI are looking for you already. Of course. That's why I think it'd be wise to place yourself in my hands. You. All you want is money. I have no money. But once you have atomic power, we can get plenty of money. All the money in the world. What do you mean? It's very simple. Suppose. Suppose you described Metropolis, or at least a part of it. Yes, I think that would be an excellent idea. The world would then know our power. But instead of destroying London or Moscow or any other city, we only threaten to do so. Can you imagine them refusing to pay us anything we ask to spare them? What do you say? Fine. When do we start? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. First. First you must pledge to follow my orders exactly in everything. Agreed. I. I know that look in your eye, my friend. You think once you're the atom man again, you'll finish me off as you did toilet. No, no, no. Of course. Oh, don't bother to lie. Let me warn you. I can protect myself even against your atomic power. Gito. Yes, master? If I know you, Gito, and I think I do, you manage to overhear my conversation with Mr. Miller? Yes, master. What a rogue you are. I think that's why I like you. And am I wrong in assuming that you've already made inquiries of our people about the Scarlet Widow? That is correct, master. Is she in Metropolis? Zito? Yes, master. Wonderful. Here, have a chocolate. Thank you, master. Look, Sydney, let's not waste time. Let's get when. When money is involved. I never wasted time. And when as much money as this is involved. Money beyond counting, then I can act swiftly. Indeed. What's that? Help keep calm. It's only the clock. Midnight. But I'm sure the widow will be glad to see us. She loves money as much as I do. Bring my coat and Hatcheto. And order the car. We're going visiting. His fat baby face. Beaming, Sidney removes his dressing gown and laboriously dons the greatcoat which his servant brings him. Then, panting, he waddles from the apartment with Jito and the eager atom man. We'll return in a moment for the tense climax of today's episode. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, a certain young lady registered a complaint with me the other day. Sure. Said I'd been neglecting the girls. When I talk about those swell new comic buttons that come in packages of Kellogg's pet. We have just as much fun as the boys do, she said, wearing Those smart looking buttons on our jacket or dress. And collecting all the different buttons and trading duplicates with our friends. And you know she's right. All the gang gets a big kick out of this series of 18 different comic buttons. They're all done up in full comic strip colors on white enamel. Sturdy metal buttons that are so dog gone smart looking that. Well, they're really on the beam. So hop to it, gang. Today ask mom to get you several packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's pet. That's the only way you can get these new comic buttons. You know you can't buy them and you don't send either money or a box. Stop. You just look inside the pep package for your prize. There's a prize for you in every package of P E P pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. As the Atom man and the master spy Sydney are en route to the Scarlet Widow's hideout, Superman still lies unconscious in the Lynwood Hospital, 50 miles away. In the last hour he has been mumbling incoherent, disjointed sentences near the bed in which he lies, their faces grave. Dr. Bruce, chief of staff, speaks quietly with Dr. Jacob Sims, a world famous specialist summoned from Metropolis. Adams, no. You do say the case Was hopeless then, Dr. Sims? I'm afraid so. You've tried all the usual shock methods to bring him out of his. Yes, but not even Benzed Green increased his heart action. If only his skin hadn't become impenetrable. Such an amazing thing. The skin texture shows no sign of calcification. I can't understand it. I can't either. But it has become impenetrable, so it's impossible to give him an injection. Poor chap. I doubt if he'll last the night. Well, it was very good of you to rush down here, Dr. Sims. Not at all. I'm terribly sorry I can't be of more help, but it's a most interesting case. I'll walk you to your car. Is the verdict of the two doctors finally? Is there no hope or Superman? Tomorrow's episode is tense and exciting, fellows and girls, so don't miss it. Tune in same time, same station and listen to the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a bird plane. At Superman, fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day Monday Through Friday, same time, same station. By the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. 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. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. After defeating Superman and leaving him for dead on a lonely beach, Henry Miller discovered that the solution of kryptonite in his blood, which transformed him into an atom man, able to generate terrific atomic power, had been exhausted in the titanic battle. Determined to destroy Germany's enemies, Miller called on a strange fat man named Sydney, the money hungry creator of the Nazi spy system. And told him that a woman called the Scarlet Widow possessed the only remaining kryptonite in the world. Seeing an opportunity for untold wealth, Sidney agreed to try to get the kryptonite. As we continue now, the gaunt, ugly Widow and her little Cockney henchman Sniggers are in their hideout behind an innocent appearing book and gift shop in Metropolis. It is just after midnight and both of them, contemplating a huge pile of crisp banknotes, are in high spirits. Listen. $2 million. And when Papa Roush gets here, we'll have 3 million. We are rich with it. We are rich. Yes, I'm a happy woman tonight, Sniggers. I've got money again. Power. And the only man who ever double crossed me Der Teufel is dead. All on account of that little piece of kryptonite I copped out of the Metropolis Museum that night. Who never a thought it'd bring us all this money. I told you it would. I knew the Vulture and Papa Rauch and the Laugher would pay me almost anything I asked for the power to control Superman. You was right, Widdie. You're always right. I never seen blokes fork up a million so fast as the Vulture and the Laugher. When you give them their pieces of the blooming staff tonight. When's Paparazz coming for his? He said he'd be here within the hour. Good. Then we cannot be died of this dump. Where we go? I was thinking of the Argentine. Fleischman writes there are lots of opportunities down there. That sounds good to me, Wither. We'll have a high old time with all that money. What? Someone's at the door. Must be Pepper Rausch. I'll let him in. Wait. It may not be rouse. It must Be. He said he was coming right away. Sure it's Pepper Rauch? Who else can it be? How do I know? It might be the police. The police? Or some of our friends who found out we've got all this money. We are not taking any chances. Quick, help me get the money into this drawer. All right. We ain't going to take this all away from us now, sir. There. Be careful. Now. Walk quietly to the door. All I'm saying is you'd better be nobody except Pepper Rout. Quiet. Stand to one side of the door. Who is it? An old friend, Widow. Sidney. Sidney. How did he ever find us? You can find anyone. I wonder what he wants. Aren't you going to let me in? My dear, don't let him in. I don't trust that Pat Blood. I'm not afraid of him. Open the door. Now, Widdow. He's smart. He's art of the money. He'll steal it from us. He won't steal. Steal it from me. Open the door. Well, you're right. O but I don't like it. Ah, good evening, Widow. Just as lovely as ever. And you're as fat as ever. Sydney, close the door. Snickers. Oh, yes, yes, yes. The ever faithful Snickers. Cheerio. Jerry. Hello, Sidney. What brings you here so late at night? It is late, isn't it? Well, I'll sit down if you don't mind. No. Now we get to business. What business? I'll come right to the point, my dear. I understand that you have some kryptonite. How did you know? How did I know? What a silly question, Snickers. I know everything. You. You were about to say something, Widow. I did have it, Sidney. It's gone now. Gun. Yes, I sold it. All of it. All three pieces? That's right. You're lying, my dear. No, she ain't. We sold none of his business whom we sold them to. Quite right. If you sold all three pieces. But I don't believe you did. Why? Because as I understand it, kryptonite is Superman's mortal enemy. He's helpless in its presence. Yeah, of course you know this or you wouldn't have stolen the fragment in the first place. Oh, send me. Stoney, please tell this fool to be quiet. Shut up, Snickers. Go ahead, Sidney. You knew that you could get a tremendous prize for the kryptonite from Superman's enemies. If you had already disposed of all of it. As you say, you wouldn't be hiding in Metropolis with the police looking for you. I won't beat around the bush with you, Sydney. It wouldn't be healthy. My dear, I'm not afraid of you. But we've done a lot of business together, so I'll tell you the truth. I've already sold two of the pieces of kryptonite. The third and last piece is promised to a man who'll be here to get it and pay me for it tonight. I knew all of it wasn't gone. I want that last piece, Widow. Impossible, Sydney. This man is too powerful to make an enemy of. I'm sorry. No man is powerful when he's dead. I realize that. But it might be easily arranged. You see. Now, look here, Sidney. I don't want to get mixed up with any of your Gestapo tactics. I played a long and dangerous game, and I've won. Now, I intend to leave the country safely with my money. And that's right. It is. My dear widow, I assure you that if you sell the kryptonite to me, you'll be taking no chance. I'm not so sure. But if you don't, I doubt that you'll leave this country at all. What I told you before, Sidney, you can't scare me. I've no intention of scaring you, my dear. I only wish to point out that unless you sell me that last piece of kryptonite, the police will be informed of where you are. And if you leave here without my permission, they'll be kept informed of your movements until they catch up with you. I think you know me and my organization well enough to realize that even you can't hide from us long. I'll fix you. I wouldn't try to use that knife sneakers, if I were you. Apart from the fact that I'd shoot you first. My man Gito's outside. Jito? Exactly. Well, Widow, you always think wiggly. What do you say? I think I'd enjoy killing you, Sidney. But of course, you're much too sensible to try. Yes. All right, you win. On one condition. What's that? You'll pay me the same price I was to get from my other customer. $1 million. Well, that's a great deal of money. Take it or leave it. Oh, I'll take it. Frankly, I expect to make much, much more than that with the stuff. Much, much more. Well, I. I must be going. Just one. One thing more. The man you're expecting tonight, what's his name? Papa Roush. You know him? Yes, yes, of course. If you'll open the door, please. Niggers. I. I'll leave and make the necessary arrangements for Papa Roush. Right. O. I'll be glad to see the last of you. I will. I'll return later for the kryptonite. I'll be here. I'm sure you will. Good night, Widow. Good night. Sniggers Smiling pleasantly, Sidney waddles through the door to arrange a murder and so get possession of the kryptonite, which will once again transform Henry Miller into a deadly atom man. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, Kang, even if you tried, I'll bet you couldn't think of a more exciting prize than those new comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's pet. Think of it. Superman and Orphan Annie and Moon Mullins. 18 different comic strip characters and all. And you can collect them easy as pie. You don't send in any money, not even a box top. Fact is, you can't buy these comic buttons anywhere. You just ask mom to get you a good supply of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal and Kellogg's pet. Then look inside the package and see which prize you find. One of these keen new comic buttons or a military insignia or warplane button. It's your prize from P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. As Sidney the fat man, was preparing to obtain possession of the last piece of kryptonite. Jimmy Olsen, who had returned to Metropolis, has just come back to the village of Linwood, summoned by sheriff Simpson. And as we join them, the boy reporter and the sheriff are now entering the hospital where Superman had been brought from the beach, where he had been found near death after his mighty battle with the atom Man. Who is this man you want me to see, sheriff? Well, pretty sure this is the fellow you saw on the beach yesterday. Olson with Miller and Teufeld. We're hoping you can identify him here up these stairs. But, gosh, Sheriff, I didn't see his face. Well, anyhow, seeing as how you was mixed up in it, might just be, you know, this fella Doc Bruce and that specialist they had out from Metropolis say he won't last through the night. We'd like to know who he is so's we can get in touch with his family. See the poor guy? This way. His room's right down the hall. All right. And if you can identify him, we might be able to find out what Miller and Teufel was up to. Where Miller went. That would suit me fine. Miller's a dirty Nazi and he's got to be caught. Well, nobody's been able to catch him so far. Hold it. Here's the room. Is he still unconscious? Yeah. Ain't woke up since they dug him out of that hole in the sand. Come on. He's in that bed there. What the. What's the matter? Hey, there's nobody in this bed. No, he's gone. Gone where? How do I know? He was right in that bed. An hour ago he was unconscious, in a coma, and now he's gone. Holy smokes. Doctor. Nurse. Somebody come quickly. Dr. Bruce. Startled, Jimmy Olsen rushes out into the hospital corridor leaving Sheriff Simpson to stare incredulously at the empty bed in which only an hour ago Superman lay in a coma his life despaired of by the physicians. What has happened? Where is the dazed and stricken man of Steel? Fellows and girls, our story has taken a strange new twist. Tomorrow's episode is dramatic and surprising. So don't fail to be with us when we learn the mysterious fate of Superman and find out if Sidney, the sinister fat man succeeded in obtaining the last piece of kryptonite for Henry Miller. Tune in, same time, same station for the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. A plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. 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. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's super. Having defeated Superman in a titanic battle Henry Miller, the Nazi atom man discovered that the solution of kryptonite in his blood which enabled him to generate atomic power within his own body had been exhausted. Aware that a woman known as the Scarlet Widow had stolen the original kryptonite fragment Miller contacted a sinister fat man named Sydney who traced the Widow to her hideout and demanded that she sell him her last remaining piece of the element. Meanwhile, Jimmy Olsen had been summoned to a small country hospital where the unconscious Superman, his identity unknown had been given only a few hours to live. But when Jimmy was led into the room in the hope that he could identify the dying man, Superman, had disappeared. As we continue the next morning, Jimmy has returned to Metropolis and is in the office of Editor Perry White at the Daily Planet. Listen, when I get into the room, Mr. White, the man, whoever he was, was gone. They looked all over the hospital for him and all through the grounds, but they couldn't find him. I thought you said he was unconscious. In a coma. Well, he was. They didn't expect him to live until morning. So how could he just get up and walk out of the hospital? He couldn't. Somebody must have carried him out. But they couldn't now without being seen. The head nurse's desk is right near the door and somebody was on duty there all the time. Well, maybe they took him out through the window. Didn't anybody think of that? Sure, but the room is on the third floor and the fire escape is at the other end of the building. Well, they still make ladders, don't they, huh? Well, sure, sure they do, but. But who'd go to all that trouble? And why? Henry Miller, of course, or somebody working with him. They found out the fellow wasn't dead and they were afraid he'd tell who tried to kill him and maybe what Miller and Typho were up to. So they took him away. The poor guy. Miller will certainly finish him this time. Gosh, when I think of those green sparks shooting out of his hand. Oh, stop with those green sparks. It was lightning you saw. Freak storm. No, it wasn't, chief. I mean, Mr. White. Of course it was. Oh, boy, how I'd like to get my hands on that Miller. Palming himself off as an American war veteran, getting me to give him a job. And all the time he was a dirty Nazi. What I don't understand is why he took me out to that beach cottage. I never did anything to him. Gosh, Mr. Ken and I thought he was a nice guy. That reminds me. Kent fancies himself a great detective. Maybe he can find out what this is all about. Where is he? I don't know. I called his apartment twice this morning, no answer. And it's after 10 o'. Clock. He's probably off on his own hook again. And if he is, he's through this time for good. I warned him. Well, he might have gone to see his doctor. He was sick yesterday morning, you know. Huh? Oh, yes, yes, I forgot. Well, he ought to be along soon then. Incidentally, remind me to tell him that John Millicent wants him to call. He says it's very important. Want me to answer? I am still able to Answer my own phone. Thank you. Hello? Very wide. Speak. Oh, hello, Doc. Hello. No, no, I haven't forgotten, but Ken hasn't been in yet. Yes, I know he isn't at his apartment and he'll probably be in soon. It's payday, and he usually condescends to drop in. Then you sure? I can hugger. I see. Well, all right. I'll make sure he calls you the moment he comes in. You're welcome. Goodbye. Melison again. Wonder what he's so wildfired. Eager to get a hold of Ken for. Well, is that Dr. John Millicent, the big scientist? Yes. He says he must talk to Kent at once. I just remembered. Mr. Kent sent me over to his laboratory with something a few weeks ago. With what? Oh, I don't know what it was. It seemed to be just a sliver of green metal, but burned when you held it in your hands. It was in a flower pot in a scarlet widow's apartment. I see. Now, of course, Kent wouldn't tell me about it. I'm only his editor. I'm not supposed to know what stories he's working on. Until he decides to take me into his confidence, I will. Here's Mr. Kent now. Well, it's about time. What the. What's that outfit you've got on, Kent? What's the idea of the overalls, Mr. Kent? Well, well, well, why don't you answer? What are you standing there for? Come in. Yes, all right. Well, come on, explain yourself. Where have you been? In what in tarnation is the idea of dressing up with those dirty overalls? But, Kent. Kent, what's the matter? Grab him, Olson. He's gone to fall. I've got him. Here, sit down in this chair, Mr. Kent. Gosh. What's the matter? What happened? I don't know since. Since you don't know? Olson, get him a glass of water. Okay. Never mind. There's water here in my thirst. What do you mean, you don't know, Mr. Kent? Were you in an accident or something? Accident? Yes. No. Yes. No, don't bother him yet. Don't bother him. Here. Here, Kent, drink this. Thanks. Do you feel any better now? Yeah, I feel strange. Strange? Well, how do you mean? I'm weak. I'm tired. I've been walking. Walking? Walking? Walking where? I don't know. Just walking. I couldn't get myself up in the air. Huh. He's out of his mind. We've got to find out what happened to him. Now, come on, Kent. Try to pull yourself together. What happened to you? Where did you get those overalls? From a farmer. Farmer? What farmer? I met him on the road. He gave me a ride. He was a nice man. I had on pajamas. He gave me these overalls. You were on a road somewhere in your pajamas? Good Godfrey, why? I don't know. I can't remember anything after fight. Oh, so that's it. He was in a fight and somebody beat his brains out. He ought to know better. He can't fight. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Couldn't have been in a fight. There isn't a mark on it. That's right. Gosh, what is wrong with him, chief? He's having a nervous breakdown, that's what. Lois was right. Superman should have left him in that rest home. Yes, Superman. What about Superman? Had to come here, tell you, tell you. You have to tell us What? Adam man. Adam man? Yes. Miller must stop. Are you talking about Henry Miller? Yes, he's Adam man. Box on his throat. Power. He's nutty as a squirrel. Olson, call up. I know what he means. He means Miller's the Atom Man. What? Now, look here, Olsen. Don't you go crazy, too. That must be it. Those sparks shooting out of Miller's hands. And he was a Nazi, and he was with Teufel. And before Teufel escaped to Germany with the kryptonite, he said he was going to create an Atom man to destroy Superman. Well, that was why Mr. Kent was so worried. Don't you remember? Yes, I remember, all right. Kent wouldn't listen to me and he worried himself into a nervous breakdown. Anatoman destroying Superman. I've heard enough of that nonsense from Kent. Now, I don't want to hear any more of it from you. But I said stop it. Well, it's out of his mind. And now you want to drive me. Barry too. But he just said Henry Miller was the Atom Man. Does he act like he knows what he's talking about? He must have seen a headline about Miller being on that beach with Keufel. And so now he thinks that Miller is another man. I'm going to take him to my own doctor right now. And then maybe I'll take him to Florida. He listened to me. He'd gone there last week. Box on his throat. Yes, yes, yes. Sure, sure, sure. Now, come on, Ken. Up on your feet, boy. Now, you come with me and I'll take care of you. All right? Answer the phone, Olson. And if it's for me, say I'm out. Don't know when I'll be back. Let Lois and Burrows, handle that. Okay. Mr. White's office. Jim Olsen speaking. You come along, Kent. I'm here now, and you'll be all right. Oh, hello, Dr. Millicent. Mr. Kent. Oh, no, he wasn't. But he just went out again. He's sick. He. But he couldn't call you, Dr. Millicent. He. Do I know how to get in touch with Superman? Are you kidding? I mean, excuse me, of course I don't. Yes, I'll tell Mr. Kent as soon as I see him again. Okay, bye. Asking me if I can get in touch with Superman. Some people must think he works here or something. Replacing the phone, Jimmy Olsen looks anxiously after the dazed, staggering Clark Kent was being led away by Perry white. Why is Dr. Millicent, the famous scientist who was unable to help Superman defend himself against the power of the kryptonite now so eager to contact him? We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, gang, that old phrase, as much fun as a barrel of monkeys is kind of out of date nowadays. It's as much fun as a collection of comic buttons. Yes, sir, these new comic buttons that come in packages of Kellogg's pep are a barrel of fun. There's a doggone smart looking in the first place, right on the beam. The full color pictures of your funny sheet favorites stand out like anything against the clear white background. Then there's the kick that you get out of adding another button to your collection and swapping any duplicates with your friends. Thanks to the grand old Kellogg Company, it's easy as 1, 2, 3 to collect all 18 different buttons. All you do is to ask mom to get you a good supply of that super delicious whole Wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. That's the only way you can get these nifty comic buttons. You don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. Just look inside the pep package and there you are. One of these exciting new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Don't forget now there's a prize for you in every package of Pea E P Path made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Shortly after the dazed Superman and his guise of Clark Kent was led from the Daily Planet by his anxious editor, Sidney, the sinister fat man wedged himself into a phone booth in a drugstore and made a call. Hello, this is Sydney. Put him on the phone. Hello, this is Mel. Quiet, quiet. I know who you are. Oh, yeah. Listen, did you get the. Haven't you any Zens? Of course I got it. Good. That's wonderful. Our party was cautious, so it took longer than I expected. But everything's arranged. Now. Pay attention. Don't interrupt. Gito knows where to take you. You'll fix your hair and your clothes as he directs before you leave. You understand? Yes. Where are we going? I said don't interrupt. You have the formula written down? Yes. We'll bring it with you. We'll find out if it works. I'll meet you. That's all. Extricating himself with difficulty from the phone booth, Sidney waddles through the crowded drugstore to the street, his moonlight face showing no sign of the greedy eagerness in his fat body. For in his overcoat pocket, wrapped in lead foil and clutched tightly in his pudgy hand is a small piece of green glowing, radioactive kryptonite, the deadly element which, when dissolved and injected into Henry Miller's blood, will transform him once more into an atomic monster able to destroy anything in his path. What will happen? Will Miller's formula, which he says he received from his father, dissolve the kryptonite? And what if Superman, escaping death by only a miracle and now dazed and helpless fellows and girls, Monday's episode is tense and exciting, so don't miss it. Tune in, same time, same station, for the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman, brought to you every day Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. 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. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Left for dead on a lonely beach. By Henry Miller, the Atom Man. Superman was brought to a country hospital where he lay in a coma for many hours, his identity unknown. But the following morning, weak and dazed, he managed to make his way back to the Daily Planet, where he could only mumble strange words. Meanwhile discovering that the solution of kryptonite in his blood, which had made him an atom man, had been exhausted in his titanic battle with Superman. Miller Contacted a strange character known only as Sidney. Sidney, in turn, contacted the scarlet widow, who had stolen the original kryptonite fragment from the metropolis museum and forced her to sell him the last remaining piece of the element. As we continue now, Sidney Miller and a german chemist named Joseph busch Are in a laboratory in the attic of a metropolis bungalow. Suspended over a bunsen burner is a quartz beaker in which a colorless liquid boils violently and gives off cloudy fumes. At the bottom of the beaker is a mass of green glowing powder. Bush, the chemist is speaking. You are sure you gave me the right formula, herr Miller? Positive. Six parts of hydrochloride to one and a half parts of aqua region. You have not forgotten anything? Nope. It's the same formula my father worked out in germany. I was there. And it dissolves a kryptonite. How else do you think it could have been injected into my blood? He ground it into a powder, just as you did, Then put it into a beaker with a hydrocloud fluoride and aqua region. Well, why are you asking all these questions? Because, Sydney, you can see for yourself the kryptonite is not the solvent. I don't understand it. I do. Obviously, you didn't give bush the right fork. What? I did, Sidney. Then why doesn't it work? I don't know. You don't know? You're a fool, Miller. I, for the first time in my life, have been a fool, too. You realize I paid the scarlet widow a million dollars for that spoonful of green powder. A million dollars? Yes. I had to get rid of papa rauch. Besides, to keep him from getting it. If you had asked me first, mein hair, I would have advised against it. The whole idea is fantastic. To create a human atom, man. What do you mean, fantastic? Teufel did it with me. And I killed superman with my atomic power. That I do not believe I did, I tell you. Oh, stop it. Stop it. Stuff boy is telling the truth. I happen to know the tel did inject kryptonite into his veins. And it did give him atomic power. It is difficult to believe. Never mind what you believe. Your job is to dissolve that stuff. Now, go ahead. Go ahead and do it. But the formula is wrong. It is not. You're a stupid fool. Stop it. Stop it, both of you. Get to work. Bush, dissolve that kryptonite. You do not seem to understand. To find the formula for dissolving such a hard element as this and one so complex takes years, yes? Yeah. And even then it may fail. It had better not fail. I don't intend to lose my hard earned money. Miller, you said you were sure of your father's formula. Positive. Then give it to Bush correctly. Or a policeman will find you in a dark alley tomorrow morning with one of Jito's sacrificial knives in your back. Okay. Busy. What's that? It's a ventilator fan. Carrying the fumes away. It still does not dissolve. Miller, try to remember. There must have been some other agent, some catalyst lit the acid. No, no, no. I can't remember anything. Must have been. Try to remember. Did your father perhaps add acetone? No. Or ethyl iodine or molybdenum? He tried molybdenum first, but it didn't work. Perhaps Scoper chromite, then. No. Or sulpur chloride. He tried that too. But phosphorus oxychloride? No. Keep trying. Keep trying. Maybe he'll remember. What is the use? There are 10,000 chemicals which might have been used. But it is clear this young fool does not remember. Blade. Wait a minute. I just remembered. I think my father did you. Another chemical? Yeah. What? Quickly. What was it? I'm trying to think. It seems to me that he did something to the powder before he put it into the beaker with the hydrochloride. Yes. Yes, he did. What did he do? Wait a minute. It was the night he told Teufel and me that he finally had the right formula. Teufel asked him what it was and he said. He said six parts hydrofluoride, one and a half parts aqua regia. That's me. No. Quiet, quiet, quiet. Got terribly excited and started to measure out the acids. My father told me to bring him the teapot. I knew he was very tired. He'd been working night and day for almost a week. I brought the pot to the slab of stone he was using for a table and then went to the other end of the cave for the hot water kettle. What is this talk of teapots and kettles? Tell us. I'm coming to it. When I got back with a kettle of water, my father waved it away. He was just putting the teapot down. And I remember noticing that the kryptonite powder in the mortar was wet and that it hissed and gave out sparks. I didn't think anything about it at the time. I was excited and tired, too. But now I think he poured the tea brew on the powder. What? Tea brew? Yes. It must have been that he had the pot in his hand and Teufel had the acid several feet away. Where My father had rigged up a coal oil burner. You. You think it could have been the tea? Bush in Teaser. It's only tannic acid. Could that do it? Of course not. It must have been the T. Such stupid, childish talk we're getting. We've got nothing to lose except my million dollars. And I don't intend to lose that. Now try the tea. But it is a waste of time and insult to my intelligence. I said try it. All right. I will have to empty the acid into another beaker. Miller, go down to the kitchen. Ask my wife for the people. Okay, then. I'll bet it works. You'd better pray that it doesn't. Waste of time. Nothing else. Time is less valuable than money. Time is. And if it works, I'll have all the money I want. All the money in the world. Think of it, Bush. How much do you think the bank of England would pay not to have London blown into dust? How much do you think they'll pay to have me spare them? It's impossible. Even if this kryptonite can be dissolved, once it is injected into Miller's system, he will die. He didn't die the last time. And he's begging to take the chance again. For the glory of the Fatherland. I've got the teapot. Bring it here. There you are. I know this is senseless, but since you wish it so, see how it hisses and spawns? Right. It does. Pour in the hydrochloride in aqua regia. That is what I am doing. Anything happening yet? Matia, do not stand so close. These fumes are very dangerous. Say, Gimmel, what is a powder? Yeah. It is actually beginning to the south. It is? Yeah. See how it is slowly disappearing? How the leopard becomes a deeper and deeper green? This is amazing. Didn't I tell you? You called me a fool. You said I was stupid. Now what do you say? What? His eyes blazing with triumph, Henry Miller watches the kryptonite powder slowly dissolve in the hissing, boiling acid. Will this deadly brew make him once more a human atomic monster, able to destroy anything in his path? We'll return in a moment for the climax of today's episode. But first, here's a word from your announcer. You know, gang, one of the best things about this new series of comic buttons Kellogg's hat is putting out is that you keep right on having fun. Yes, sir. This isn't something that you do in a minute and then forget. You get loads of fun for weeks and weeks. First off, it's mighty exciting to see which button Is inside the package when mom opens a new package of pet. Maybe it's a comic button that you don't have yet. Maybe Lilums or Herbie or Haroldine or maybe even Superman, complete with cape and Superman insignia. But if it's a duplicate, that's even more fun because then you can scout around and see which one of your pals has a different button to swap with you. Now it's a cinch to collect all 18 different buttons. All you do is to ask mom to get you a package or two of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's pet. Remember, you can't buy these new comic buttons. And you don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. They come only as prizes inside the pet package. So get busy. Ask mom to get you a package of pet tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside one of these smart new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. That's P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. As Henry Miller, Sydney and their Nazi chemists succeed at last in dissolving the kryptonite. Superman, in his guise of Clark Kent, is high above the city in a transport plane with editor Perry White. The man of Steel's mind is still numb and dazed from his battle with the Atom Man. And he mumbled strangely, almost incoherently, yes, sir, Kent, a few weeks in Florida will make you as good as new again. The doctor agreed with me. All you need is some rest and sunshine and freedom from worry. You must stop Miller. Got to stop him. Now, now, now, Just get Miller off your mind. He's another dirty Nazi, that's all. The police will take care of him. Oh, no, they can't. Miller. Miller is the. The Atom Man. Now, forget Miller, I tell you. Just concentrate on getting well. Look, we've. Yes, sir. We're gonna have a fine time. I needed a little vacation too. We'll sun ourselves on the beach, getting some good deep sea fishing. Listen. There's a box on his throat. That box controls his power. What box on what throat? Miller. Oh, that again. Now listen to me, Kent. For your own good. You've got to forget about Miller and everything else. Just think about getting a lot of sunshine and rest. But only I know. Only I. Only I can stop him from. From destroying. Only I must get that box before he seize me. Can't. Will you stop it? Only I. Oh, but there's something wrong with me. I have no strength. It's hard to think. Only I can stop him. Weak and dazed, Clark Kento as Superman repeats the same phrase over and over, trying vainly to recapture his former strength while the plane speeds him farther and farther from Metropolis, soon to be threatened by Henry Miller and the sinister Sidney. What will happen? Only Superman knows the menace of Henry Miller and the secret of his power. But Superman is helpless now. Fellows and girls, there are thrills and excitement ahead for you in tomorrow's episode, so don't miss it. Tune in same time, same station, and follow the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC publications. Kellogg's pet, 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. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Dazed and helpless after his defeat by Henry Miller, the Atom Man, Superman, in his guise of Clark Kent, was taken to Florida by Perry White, who believed Kent was suffering from nervous breakdown. Meanwhile, discovering that the kryptonite in his blood which enabled him to generate atomic power, had been exhausted in his mighty battle with Superman, Miller contacted a strange individual known only as Sydney, who secured for him the Scarlet Widow's last remaining piece of kryptonite. In the attic laboratory of Joseph Busch, a German chemist, the deadly element was dissolved. As we continue now, Miller lies on a couch, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. A long rubber tube extends from a clamp on his bare arm to a glass cylinder suspended above which a brilliant green liquid is slowly disappearing. Sydney sits wedged into a chair as porch nervously tests Miller's pulse. Listen well, Boris. How's it look? Pel is very rapid. Over a hundred. I should think it would be that kryptonite's powerful doctor. I would feel better if we had a doctor here. I didn't have a doctor in the cave in Germany when Tol injected the stuff in the miller the first time. Fewer people involved, the better. It's always been my model. But what if something goes wrong? We would not know what to do. Time enough to call a doctor then. What's that confounded Noise. The ventilator fan. Well, turn it off. It is not yet safe to do so. The fumes of the acids we used are very dangerous. They must be cleared from the room. Well, sit down and relax. You make me nervous. How can I relax? Nothing like this has ever been dreamed of before. Imagine a human being able to generate atomic power within his own body. Miller can. Bush, he can. I had a first hand report on his demonstration in the Black Forest. He got rid of Superman. You know, I cannot believe that is true. I wouldn't go through with this if I didn't believe Superman was dead. Superman destroyed. It is amazing. Never did I believe such a thing was possible. Neither did I. That's what convinced me to give the Scarlet Widow a cool million for a last piece of crypto. Why? I expected as well. His pulse has become very faint while we were talking. I can hardly feel it at all. You can't? None. And see how pale he has become. Like that. He hardly breathes. I do not like this. No, no, no, no. Don't lose your head. I told you we should have a doctor. I will call him. Not yet, not yet. Disconnect the transfusion tube. The stuff's all out of the jar. Do as I say and disconnect the fuel. You're all right. Wait, wait, wait. Miller told us he might go into a coma. He said it was like that in the cave in Germany. But this is not a coma. This man is almost dead. He must have forgotten some important detail about the transfusion. As he did with the dissolving formula. He can't die. I paid the Scarlet Wood a million dollars. Please let me call a doctor. If Miller's dead, a doctor can't help him. If he's alive, a doctor might spoil everything. We'll wait a while. I said we'll wait a while. Sit down. But then. Car stopped in front of the house. Immense. Well, look through the window and see who it is. Yeah, yeah. It is the police. Are you sure? Yeah. A police car and two officers. They are already at the front door. What will they do? They must have traced Millet. Ah, they couldn't have. His hair is dyed and he wore an American army officer's overcoat. My man's too smart to let anyone trail a car. Let me think. What will we do? Will you stop repeating that stupid question? Let me think. Your wife's downstairs, isn't she? I'm. She is out. All right. They won't see anybody through the windows. They may leave. Plan to come back later. We can get Away for them. I'm not leaving, hear me? Come on. Give me. Give me a hand with Miller while they're going through the. Put him on the floor behind the couch. Come on. Pin your slag. Come on, hurry. It will not work. It never. Search now. It's our only chance. I talked myself out of tough spots before. Maybe. Maybe I can do it again. Easy enough. Easy. There. No, no. Get this bush. Let them in and tell them. Tell them you were working on experiment and didn't hear them. What kind of experiment? Never mind. Let me do the talking. Now pull yourself together and let them in. That is madness. We are trapped. I tell you, they. Now do as I say. For heaven's sake, stop trembling. How can I? I'm afraid. I moved the couch closer to the wall. There. Better drop something over him in case they come up here and look behind the couch. Oh, that looks suspicious. Now let's see. Ah, Miller's Cove. Where'll I put it? No, no, closet here. I'll have to fold it and sit on it. First I'll shut off that infernal ventilator. Now. There. The door is closed. I wonder what happened. Someone's running upstairs. I hope it's the door out. They're gone. Never was I so scared. What do they want? A car parked too close to the fire hy in front of the vacant lot next door. They're looking for the owner. My goodness. That was a first call. Come on, help me move this cow away and get Miller back on it. He is dead. Better they leave him there until Gito can take him away at night. What is that? Miller? Does that sound like he is dead? Come on. Let me be that he is alive. What happened? Where? He's alive. There. Are you all right, Miller? What? What? What happened? It's a miracle. The solution of kryptonite was injected into you. Remember the kryptonite? Yes, of course. My atomic power. I have it again. I feel strong, as if I could lift mountains. Just the way I felt the last time. Good, good. It'll be dark in an hour and you can test your atomic power then. And if it works? It'll work. I can tell. I can feel it. In an hour, I'll destroy Metropolis. I'll destroy every stick and stone of it. I'm the atom man again. Yes, indeed you are, my Adam. A maniacal gleam in his eyes, Henry Miller lifts his hands, gloating at the thought of the terrible atomic power that will soon pour through them. We'll return in a moment for the exciting Climax of today's episode. But first, here's a word from your announcer, Dan McCullough. You know, I hear there's plenty of friendly competition among you fellows and girls nowadays to see who can collect the most different comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's pet. Isn't it swell fun trading any duplicates you get and adding to your collection? And don't these new comic buttons look keen pinned on your jacket or dress or cap? 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It is an hour since Henry Miller awoke with a fresh solution of kryptonite in his vein. Dust is drifting down over Metropolis. The city's millions, unaware of the terrible threat hanging over their heads, are hurrying homeward. In Joseph Bush's little attic laboratory. Sydney sits reading the evening edition of the Daily Planet, which Bush's wife has just brought him. While Miller paces the floor impatiently below at the front door, Bush keeps watch. It's dark now, Sydney. What are we waiting for? It's not dark enough yet. Be patient. It'll be pitch dark by the time we get to the tower. I want it to be pitch dark when we leave. The end, if he has done. Patience is a valuable trait. Try to cultivate it. What's this? What is the good grief? Kennedy, what is it? Can what be? Superman? Possible. He's alive. Superman? Alive? That's impossible. Why, it must be. According to this newspaper story, the unidentified man who we know as Superman disappeared from the Lynwood Hospital last night. But he couldn't have. The doctor said he was dying. Doctors didn't know who their patient was. But we know. Oh, this is terrible. It ruins all our plans. Oh, no, it doesn't. Does your fool you think Superman's going to let you destroy Metropolis or any other place without defending it? He'll be there at the first explosion. No, he won't. He'll be afraid to come near me. Superman? Afraid to get out of your mind? No. He knows I'll finish him this time. You couldn't finish him the last time after exhausting all your atomic energy. But I got the last piece of kryptonite from the Widow. There's no more exhaust. That or Superman. We're through. Finished. No, no. He can't stand in my way again. He can't. There must be a way. There's no way. We're late. All my great weeds and all my million dollars. They're gone. There must be a way. With my great atomic power that. Yes, of course. I forgot. There is a way. Teufel figured it out. What do you mean? Toipel knew how Superman could be finished. He wanted me to do it, but I wouldn't listen to him. I was sure the Superman was dead. But now I will do it, and I can't fail. Well, what are you talking about? Tell me. All right. Listen, Sydney. Superman has another identity. I know what it is. But he doesn't know that I don't. I won't have to. Triumphantly, the Atom man confides his plan for the destruction of Superman to the intent to knee the plan developed by the late and brilliant and half mad Teufel, who had thought of everything. As Sidney listens, his little pig eyes sparkle like cold blue diamonds in his sinister moonlight face. You missed the perfect plan. Superman can't escape now. He's doomed. What was Teufel's plan which the Atom man and Sidney now proposed to put into operation? Do you remember what Teufel said just before he died? Fellows and girls, a new and even more terrible threat menaces Superman now. A threat he himself once voiced as the only way in which he could be destroyed. Tomorrow, the fatal trap is baited for the man of Steel. So don't fail to be with us. Then tune in, same time, same station and thrill to the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek and For other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC publication. 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. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. While Clark Kent, who, as we know is Superman was taken to Florida by Perry White after his narrow escape from destruction at the hands of Henry Miller, the Nazi atom man Miller was being injected with another solution of radioactive kryptonite which enables him to generate deadly atomic power within his own body. Miller was preparing to destroy Metropolis when Sidney, the sinister fat spy with whom he has allied himself discovered through a newspaper item that Superman was still alive. Sidney convinced Miller that their plans for world domination were hopeless while the man of Steel lived. As we continue now in the little attic laboratory of a German chemist Miller is telling Sidney how Superman can be destroyed. Listen. In spite of Superman's great powers, he's still immortal, a human being. The doctors and scientists that he permitted to examine him have said so. I know that. I know that. Get to the point, Miller. What are you driving at? It's like this. Human beings have to eat and drink or they die. So all we have to do is to put Superman into a coma and keep him that way until he starves to death. That's all we have to do. Just put Superman in a coma? Are you out of your mind? It's easy. Superman can't stand the atomic power of the kryptonite in my blood. I'll expose him to it again. How can you, Widow? It's easy, I tell you. I let him know that I'm going to destroy Metropolis he'll show up to try to stop me, and that'll be the end of it. It'll also be the end of your atomic power. Then we're. No, it won't. Of course it will. Oh, you idiot. Was it exhausted after your last fight with Superman? Yes, but I exhausted it the last time because I kept trying to finish Superman after he was unconscious. This time I won't do that. As soon as he loses consciousness, I'll stop. It might take too much power to knock him out. I don't think so the last time. No, no, we can't take any chances. Superman's clever as well as powerful. He knows what you can do now, and he'll be more careful. He'll make you fight longer. I can handle. You're a Fool. Can't you get it through your head that this is the last of the kryptonite? You gotta conserve every ounce. Must be some other way of. Got to find it. Well, Sydney, I. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute. You said that you and Teufel were sure that Superman's Clark Kent, the Daily Planet reporter. Well, practically sure. Teufel treated my vest with lead to keep the emanations of the kryptonite in my blood from escaping. And when I came near Kent while I was wearing it, nothing happened. When I approached him without it, he became dazed and he almost collapsed just as Superman. That's not conclusive proof. Kent might have been nil that day. But was there anything else? Yes. I got Superman to the beach by phoning Kent and telling him that Jim Olsen was in great danger. Superman arrived within half a minute and the beach is 50 miles from Metropolis. That's better. Much better. So Clark Kent, Superman. Now we own someplace. Oh, what's on your mind? I've got an idea. Yeah, tell me. Kent has no idea that you suspect his double identity, has he? No, of course not. Good. Very good. Very good. One other thing. You say Superman becomes affected by the kryptonite in your blood even when you're not converting it into atomic energy? Yes. When I met him at the Daily Planet that night, he almost passed off. Why, Miller, I, I believe I know how it can be done. Yes, I'm quite sure I do. Why, exposing Superman to your power, of course. And keeping him under it until he's done for without you having to exhaust the power. Oh, this is good. Now, look, Sydney, if you're figuring on my walking up to him or sitting next to him in a restaurant or something, it won't work. He knows. I, I, I'm quite aware of it. And a disguise won't work either. His x ray vision will see right through that. I know that too. In fact, I know much more about Superman than you do. I, I, I've made a study of him for years trying to find a way to get rid of him. And now I found the way. Which way? Tell me. Tell you in the car. Where are we going? To make the necessary arrangements for eliminating Superman. Careful on those stairs, my boy. Careful. The carpet seems a bit loose. Can't afford to have anything happen to you now. You know there are millions at stake. Millions. And, oh, how I love money. His fat body shaking with greedy laughter, Sidney leads the Atom man from the attic laboratory. Meanwhile, having arrived at a small hotel on the Florida coast with Perry White Superman and his guise of Clark again immediately retired to his room, where he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Late the following morning, when he joined his editor on the sunny breakfast terrace overlooking the sparkling blue ocean, his step was firm, his eyes clear, and the heavy numbness which had clouded his mind since his encounter with the Atom man was gone. Good morning, Chief. Well, well, good morning, Cat. Say, you look fine. Like your old self. How do you feel? How? In the pink. As Jimmy would say. I never saw anyone make such a speedy recovery. Why, you're a new man. Yes, but I'm still worried. Now, now, now, now, none of that. None of that. No worries, no thinking about the office or anything else for two weeks. Two weeks? Are you kidding? I certainly am not. I arranged for both of us to be gone for two full weeks. We're just going to fish, swim, lie in the sun, eat and sleep. Now, how does that sound to you, huh? Sounds fine. But did you arrange it with the Atom man, too? With the what? Henry Miller. The Atom Man. Henry Miller, the. Look here, Ken, don't go off on that subject again. That's what made you sick. It made me sick, all right, but not in the way you think. What do you mean? There's no such thing as a. Not a man. Miller's a dirty Nazi. All right, but don't you. Chief, please. Well, now, now, now, look, in the first place, you're not well enough to go back physically. I never felt better in my life. Physically. But how about mentally? What do you mean? You're a sick man, Kent. You created some kind of a fantastic illusion in your mind about an Adam man. Only wish you were an illusion. Unfortunately, though, he's real. And unless we stop him, most of us will be dead in a month. All the ridiculous nonsense. Ah, now, look here, Kent. Listen to reason. You told me yourself that Dr. Millicent, one of the greatest scientists. We have told you that it was practically impossible to create another man and that it. Oh, say, say, that reminds me. Millicent was trying to get hold of you. He was? When? Where? Why didn't you tell me? Oh, how could I? First you weren't around, and then you were sick. He was phoning the office practically every hour. Hey, where are you going? You haven't had your breakfast. I got to call Millicent. Maybe he was able. Able to what? Now, sit down. Here comes your breakfast. You call Millicent later. I can't wait. This may make all the difference. So long, Chief. Will you come back here? Ken, come back. Isaac. Vacation he arranged it for my benefit. But if those calls from medicine mean what I think they do. Let's see, where can I. Patch of bushes behind the terrace. Other people. Dressing room. There we are. Now off for these clothes. Good thing I had another Superman outfit. The Atom man certainly ruined my other one. Next time we meet, maybe it'll be different. Maybe. If only Millicent has been able to. There we are. All set. Now back to Metropolis. Up and away. Leaping high into the sunlit clouds. Superman veers and rockets away to the north. Red capes streaming in the wind. Will he find what he hopes at Dr. Millison's laboratory? We'll return in a moment to learn what happens. But right now, here's Dan McCullough to tell you about that wonderful series of comic buttons. You know, gang, since Kellogg's Pet began putting out those smart looking new comic buttons I've learned a thing or two. For instance, one of the girls in our neighborhood was showing me her button with Winnie Winkle on it. And I learned that Winnie's hairdo is called a page boy. And Winnie's brother. You know, the little kid with a soft bow tie has a name that's a sort of a joke. You know Periwinkle? Well, a periwinkle's a plant. Or a little sea snail. And what I'm learning about the fun you fellas and girls are having collecting all 18 different buttons. These buttons are just about the best looking things you ever saw in brilliant colors on a clear white background. Aren't you glad it's so easy to collect these swell comic buttons? Why, you don't send in a single penny. Not even a box. Stop. And you can't buy them anywhere. All you do is to ask mom to get you plenty of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. Inside every package, there's an exclusive prize. One of these swell new comic buttons or a military insignia or warplane button. It's your prize from Pep. Pep. Made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Once more in possession of his great power, Superman has arrived at Dr. John Millicent's laboratory on the campus of Metropolis University. Eagerly now, he holds in his hand what is at first glance only a modern plastic trousers belt. But woven under the smooth, glossy surface is a network of fine, hardly discernible wire filaments which cross and criss cross through the entire belt. You say this belt will detect the presence of kryptonite, Dr. Millicent? And warn me of it? If there's any Kryptonite within a hundred yards, the belt will warn you. How? There's an alarm secreted in the buckle. Oh, yes, yes, I see it. It'll send out a high wavering whine. Not very loud, but you'll hear it. You say it'll detect the presence of kryptonite within a radius of 100 yards? Well, I say that conservatively. It may detect it at a greater distance, but a hundred yards is certain. Good. It's constructed along a principle of radar which was perfected during the war. Look, doctor, this is terribly important. Will it detect kryptonite in liquid form? In a man's body. In a man. Oh, you still got Teufels at a man on your mind. I'd forget that if I were you. I can't. Because, you see, Teufel did create an Atom Man. Oh, come now, Superman. I tell you, he did, doctor. I battled with him. And it's only a miracle that I'm still alive. Good heavens, you. You really mean. Yes, I do. But don't mention it to anyone. No sense alarming people until it's absolutely necessary. Oh, no, of course not. But I can't believe it. That's true. Only too true. And unless I stop him, he'll destroy every vestige of civilization as we know it. Now, tell me, doctor, this is important. Will the detector warn me of the presence of the Atom Man? Will it? Well, tensely, Superman waits for Dr. Millicent's answer. The answer which this time will truly mean life or death to him. Because at this very moment, Sidney is on his way to the Daily Planet to set a deadly trap for Clark Kent whom he suspects is Superman. Fellows and girls, don't miss tomorrow's tense, dramatic episode. There are a dozen thrills and surprises in store for you. So don't fail to tune in, same time, same station and follow 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station. By the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. 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. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Discovering that Superman was still alive after his terrific battle with Henry Miller, the Nazi Atom man, Miller and his sinister ally, Sidney concocted a diabolical scheme to once and for all eliminate the man of Steel. Meanwhile, again in possession of his great powers, Superman hurried to the laboratory of Dr. John Millicent, a famous scientist. In response to an urgent summons, Millicent gave him what appeared to be an ordinary plastic belt, but which was actually an extremely sensitive detector equipped to warn Superman of the presence of kryptonite, the deadly radioactive element which enables Miller to generate atomic power. Then Superman asked a question, the answer to which may mean the difference of life and death to him. Listen. Tell me, Dr. Millison, will this detector belt warn me of the Atom Man? Well, I. I think so. You do? Yes. The detector is extremely sensitive. Makes use of a new principle of radar which we perfected just before the war ended. Of course, it won't register at nearly as great a distance as when the element is in its solid form. No, I can understand that. At what distance? From the atom. And will it register, would you say? Well, for a rough guess, I'd say about 10 yards. 10 yards? That's only 30ft. Yes, it might register at a greater distance, but I wouldn't count on it. Thirty feet, that's not much. But it might just give me time enough to take him by surprise and tear that box off his throat. That's my only chance to defeat him. What box? He wears a small, square metal box over his jugular vein. It has a tiny electronic tube in it and a switch. That box controls his power, I found out that much. Sounds like an electronic converter designed to flash an impulse to the kryptonite atoms in his blood. Starting on nuclear fission. No, no, it's impossible. He'd explode to bits. Everything he pointed his metal gloves at exploded except me. And he remained very much alive. Impossible. Wait. Did you say he wore metal gloves? Yes, they were meshed metal. Jagged green sparks poured out of the fingers like miniature lightning bolts. Amazing. What was the metal, do you know? I'm afraid I was too busy trying to stay alive to find out. It was gray white, I can tell you that. With a sort of bluish cast. Those gloves are the secret. And the converter, of course. I'd certainly like to see them after my next encounter with the Atom man, if I'm still alive. I'll bring them to you. Doctor, what makes you think you'll encounter him again. I'm sure I will. He said he intended to destroy me first and then enslave the rest of the world. He knows now that he didn't destroy me. Chances are he's looking for me right now. How can he find you? Nobody knows where you go or even who you are. That's my ace card, my only salvation. Well, I'll be going now. Doctor, I can't tell you how grateful I am. Forget it. I did very little. I only wish I could do more. You did a great deal. It may make all the difference. No, no, don't. Don't bother to show me to the door. I'll use your skylight again, if you don't mind. Of course not. So long, and thanks again. Goodbye. Best of luck. Up, up and away. Leaping through the open Skylight, Superman leaves Dr. Millicent's laboratory and streaks away a short time later. Once more in the guise and garb of Clark Kent he enters the Daily Planet city room and approaches Jimmy Olsen's desk. Mr. Kent. What? How? Startled, Jim, but you're in of front Florida. You were awful sick. And. And are you all right now? Fine, thanks. Oh, gee, that's Swart. Lois. She's out on a story. Where's Mr. White? It's a silly conversation. He's in Florida. Oh, and that reminds me. I'll have to send him a wire. He won't know what happened to me. Oh, well, I guess you're all right again. You start getting mysterious, it means you're in the groove. Let's hope I am. Jim, have there been any reports on our late friend and colleague Henry Miller? No, not a one. He just disappeared. Listen, Mr. Kent, did you really mean it yesterday when you said he was the Atom Man? Did I say that? Well, sure you did. Don't you remember? Oh, I guess you didn't know what you were saying, huh? One guess is as good as another. I got some things to attend to. I'll see you later, Jim. Oh, now, look, Mr. Kent, don't start clamming up on me again. Why? Well, you know something? I can tell by the way you act. Oh, here, I'll hang your overcoat up. Thanks. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a little privacy. I got a call or two to make. But we can have lunch together if you like. Okay. Hey, where'd you get that snazzy new belt? Oh, you like it? Yeah, it's keen. One of those fancy plastic jobs, huh? I guess you could say that, Jim. Send Beanie in, will You. I want to send a wire to the chief right away. He'll be having fits. Okay. What time do you want to go to lunch? Oh, 1231. Whenever it suits you. The earlier the better. You know me. I certainly do. 12:30 then. Check. Right. Ah, let's see. A telegram. Sorry, had to rush away. Very urgent matter. I must. Just a minute, Beanie. I'm finishing a telegram. I'd like you to send it out right away, please. Okay. There's a fat geezer here wants to see you. A what? Here you are, a fat geezer. And Betty. Betty High Claws. He's wearing yellow gloves and spats, carrying a cane. What's his name, Sydney? Sidney. What? That's all he told me. He says he's got something very important to see you about. All right, send him in. And make sure that telegram goes at once, Beanie. Consider it done, Mr. Kent. Okay, Mr. Sydney, you can come in. His mind preoccupied with thoughts of the Atom Man, Clark Kent looks up indifferently as the fat Sidney, his tiny babyish mouth smiling benevolently in his moonlight face, waddles into the office. Kent is about to receive the shock of his life. So stay tuned in for the startling climax of today's episode. But first, your announcer. You know, gang, there aren't many prizes or such doggone swell prizes that you can get as easy as those new comic buttons that now come in packages of Kellogg's Pet. Why, you don't have to spend a single penny of your allowance. And yet you can have the fun of collecting 18 different buttons, each one with a true to life picture of one of your favorite comic strip characters. It's no end of fun to add to your collection every time mom opens a new package of Pep Fun to swap duplicates with your pals too. And mighty exciting to wear all your buttons pinned on your jacket or dress or cap so everybody can see how many you've collected. And did I say these new comic buttons are easy to get? Why, you don't send in any money, not even a box top. All you do is to ask mom and to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pet. Then look inside the package for your prize. One of these slick looking new comic buttons from P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Sydney, the shrewd master spy who now controls the Atom man, has just entered Clark Kent's office at the Daily Planet, placing his hamburg hat, yellow gloves and cane on a corner of the desk. He wedges his fat body into a chair and leans forward confidentially. I'm a retired businessman, Mr. Kent. And for several years, I. I devoted myself to a. To a hobby. I think you'd be interested in it. And I need your cooperation. On what? Why, my hobby, which I. I have reason to believe is the same as yours. I'm afraid I don't understand. What hobby? Why, Superman, of course. Superman? Yes. Why. Why do you look so startled, Mr. Kemp? Startled? I'm not startled. Oh, forgive me. I thought you were. What makes you think Superman is my hobby? Perhaps I used the wrong word. Perhaps I should say he is my hobby. And your work? My work? What do you mean by that? Oh, perhaps nothing. Perhaps a great deal. But let me tell you the real purpose of my visit. Yes, please, go ahead. Yes, well, you see, I'm considering publishing a report of my studies on Superman in which I would reveal to the world his true identity. His true identity? Of course, you know he has a double identity. He has. Come now, Mr. Gent. You know who he really is. I do? Certainly you do. That's why before I publish my findings and expose his identity. No. No, you can't do that. You can't. Why not? Because. Well, you. You may be mistaken. I am quite sure I'm not. Well, you may be. You must be. And if you published a false report, you'd cause a great deal of trouble. Yes, I would, wouldn't I? I wouldn't want to do that. That's. That's why I want your help. My help? How can I help you as an Expert on Superman, Mr. Ken, I'd like you to look over my documents and photographs and all the other material that I have on subject. I see. Well, this sounds Very interesting, Mr. Sydney. I'd. I'd like to see your documents and other data. Yes, I was sure you would. Shall we go now? I have a little place in the country. It's only about an hour's drive. Oh, no, I'm afraid I can't leave just yet. But I have a car. And then perhaps this evening. Whatever you say. My place is called Green Meadows. It's on a side road three and a half miles west of Glenville on Highway 33. He'll see a rustic sign saying Green Meadows and a dirt road through the trees. Ah, I'll find it all right. Ah, good. Good. I'll be expecting you then. Goodbye, Mr. Kent. Until tonight. Yes, Till tonight. Deeply worried, Clark Kent stares at the door through which Sidney waddled from the office, mutters to himself. Does he really know who I am, or is he only bluffing? If he does know, what's his game? Is it blackmail? I've got to find out how much he knows and keep him from publishing it. If the Atom man knew Superman was Clark Kent, that'd be the end for me. Yes, Clark. And unfortunately, the Atom man does know your Superman. And so does Sidney. Are you going to walk into their trap? Think fast and act fast. Faster than even you have ever thought before. Because once again, your life is at stake. Fellows and girls, don't miss tomorrow's thrilling episode. Whatever you do. Tune in same time, same station for the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall people buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. 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. Look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Respecting the truth that Clark Kent is in reality Superman and determined to eliminate him before attacking the rest of the world Henry Miller, the Nazi Atom man and Sidney, the master spy set a trap for the man of Steel. Calling on Kent at the Daily Planet, Sidney stated that he had made a careful study of Superman as a hobby and had discovered his double identity. But before publishing his report, he wished Kent to examine his documents. Fearful that Sydney might really know the truth and that the Atom man might in turn discover it Kent agreed to come to Sidney's country house that night. As we continue now, the fat spy has just left and Kent, throwing open his office door calls to Jimmy Olsen. Listen, Jim. Oh, Jim. Yeah? Come here, please. Hurry. What's up, Mr. Kent? Step on it before he gets away. Before who gets away? That fat man, Sydney. I don't see any fat. Come in and close the door. Now listen closely, Jim, and don't interrupt. He's getting into the elevator. Who is? Sydney. Now, who's Sydney? Don't interrupt. I want you to call Inspector Henderson. Don't touch that desk. Gosh, there are fingerprints on it. Whose fingerprints? Sydney's. Now, will you please be quiet and listen? Okay. Call Henderson and ask him, as a personal favor to me, to get a fingerprint man up here at once. I want the prints taken off this corner of the desk and identified if possible. You got that? Sure, but what's this all about? No time to tell you now, Jim. Ask Henderson if he knows anything about a man named Sydney, a retired businessman who lives at Green Meadows. That's a few miles north of Glenville on Highway 33. Have you got that, Sydney? Retired businessman, Green Meadows. Check. Good. Then call Candy Myers and tell him I want all the dough he can get on Mr. Sydney at once. Now. Today. I'll either be back later for the information or I'll call you. Now get going. Okay, but where are you going? I'll explain everything later, Jim. Get on the phone and call Henderson first and then Candy Myers. Hurry now, out of these clothes. There's no doubt about it. Sidney was implying that I'm Superman. Got to find out more about him. Uh oh. He's getting into that big black car at the curb. I'll just follow him as Superman. There we are, all set. The window's open. I'll go out that way. Up and away now. Where is he? Oh, there's his car. Up higher up, heading west toward River Road. Away, leaping higher into the bright cloudless sky like some great red and blue bird, Superman streaks above the metropolis traffic, which moves like a procession of tiny ants far below. His keen eyes never leave the big black car in which Sydney drives, and he follows it through the outskirts of the city, then into the country on a broad rolling highway. A little over an hour later, when the car turns off the highway into a narrow dirt road through the trees, Superman is still high above, watching it stop before a low, rambling house of stone and timbers into which Sydney enters. Dropping a little lower, the man of steel hovers, his eyes searching, probing. Just one other person in the house. Manservant, Oriental of some sort. Nothing suspicious so far. He. Wait a minute. That closet in his room. Can't see into that. Oh, it's made of mirrored doors opening into the room and bathroom. Can't see through the lead backing on the mirrors. The closet ceiling must have been painted with a heavy lead paint. Sydney's lying down on his couch. Looks like he's going to take a little nap. Well, I'll just look over the grounds. As Superman searches the ground surrounding the house and the nearby woods, Sidney, reclining on a couch, his eyes closed, speaks in a low voice, barely moving his lips, addressing his remarks to Henry Miller, the atom man who was concealed in the glass doored closet at the foot of the couch. Don't. Don't open the door any wider than the other. It's stuffy in here. Well, we can't take any chances. Superman may be above the house at this very moment. What makes you think that? Well, he's no fool. I hinted very strongly to Kent that I believe he's Superman. So he'll naturally be suspicious of me and look the place over thoroughly before he comes here tonight. You shouldn't have made him suspicious. I had to, or he wouldn't bother to show up. I purposely laid myself open to him so that when he comes here tonight he won't possibly think that I'm in league with you or with any other of his enemies. I was even careful to leave some good fingerprints on his desk, which I'm sure that he'll investigate. You left your fingerprints? Naturally. Don't worry. Don't. There's no record of them in Washington or anywhere else. When. When Mr. Kent and the police get through investigating me, they'll. They'll find I'm exactly what I said I was. A retired businessman with an apartment in town and a house in the country. I'm always right. Can't afford to be wrong. I've gone over every detail. Superman or Kent will certainly come here tonight. While you remain in that closet, he can't see you. There's a sheet of lead in the ceiling and heavy lead backing behind the mirrored walls. You're positive he can't see through lead? Positive. Now, remember, when Kent arrives, I'll bring him in here. If he's Superman, he'll become dazed as you say he did at the Daily Planet when you approached him. Yes, he practically collapsed. If that happens tonight, I'll call to you. You got your converter and metal gloves? Yes, right here in my pocket. You'll have them on. We'll take him outside and you'll expose him to just enough atomic power to make him lose consciousness. Then we'll keep him in a coma until he finally starves to death. Will Clark Kent, who is Superman, step into the trap set by Sidney and the Atom Man? We'll return in a moment to find out. But right now I see that Dan McCullough is waiting to talk to you. You know, I guess I'm a pretty forgetful guy. All week long, I've forgotten to put in a special plug for the girls who are collecting those swell new comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's Pet. And everybody knows that the girls get Just as much fun in these slick looking buttons as the fellows do. No wonder it's mighty exciting when mom opens a new package of pep to see which button you'll find inside. Maybe it's a comic character that you don't have yet, like Orphan Annie or her dog Sandy or Harold Dean or even Superman himself. Or maybe it'll be a duplicate so that you can have the fun of swapping with one of your friends. But whichever comic strip character it is, it's bound to be dog gone. Smart looking. And these buttons sure do show up when you pin them on your jacket or dress or cap. And they're so easy to get, you don't send in a single penny. Not even a box top. Why, you can't even buy them anywhere. They come only as exclusive prizes in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Ask mom to get you some pep tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside the package. One of these dazzling new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. There's a button in every package of P E P Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. The big clock in the city room of the Metropolis Daily Planet shows 20 minutes past 7 o' clock in the evening. Only a few reporters, hats tipped back on their heads, still sit at their typewriters. Jimmy Olsen, feet cocked on his desk, slumps back in his chair, snoring gently as Clark Kent enters and walks swiftly to the boy reporter. All right. Wake up, Jim. Where? Oh, Mr. Kennedy. Gosh, I was having a worse dream. Teufel had us tied up. Never mind your dreams now. What about Sydney? Sydney? Oh, oh, yeah. Well, he's okay, Mr. Kent. Okay? Yeah. I don't know who you thought he was, but did Inspector Henderson have his fingerprints checked? Mm. A guy from headquarters was here right after you left. Henderson called just a little while ago and said to tell you there was no record of Sidney's fingerprints in the department or in Washington. Did Henderson know anything about Sydney? He said he never heard of him. How about Candy Myers? Did he check on Sidney? Mm, he said Mr. Sydney is a retired businessman. Like he told you, he used to be a partner in a glass importing company. He retired three years ago and Candy says made a pile of money. The house he lives in must have cost a pretty penny. Go on, Jim. What else? Well, he's a bachelor and he's got an apartment in the Oglethorpe Apartments in a house in the country near Glenville. He calls It Green Meadows. The doorman and elevator boys at the Oglethorpe told Candy Sydney was a nice, quiet guy. Oh, yeah, he belongs to the Metropolis Athletic floor, a good, respectable club. Anything else? No, I don't think so. Oh, yeah, he's got a valet named Jito. Yes, I saw him. So both Inspector Henderson and Candy Myers give Sydney a clean bill of health. He's white as a Lily. Look, Mr. Kent, what's this all about? Why were you suspicious of him? Well, what's the difference? I watched the place practically all afternoon and I couldn't see anything to worry about either. Hey, look, I almost starved waiting for you to have lunch. Let's go have dinner and you can tell me about it. No can do, Jim. I've got an appointment. Oh, shucks. Well, come on, we'll go downstairs together. No, you go ahead. I've. I got one or two things to do before I leave. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay. Good night. Good night. Jim. These clothes again. Looks like I spent a lot of time. Did a lot of worrying for nothing. Sidney seems to be all right. If he does think I'm Superman, I might be able to talk him out of it. Or at least since he's a decent citizen, persuade him to keep it under his hat. There we are, all set up with the window and out to Green Meadows. Up and away. Leaping into the air, Superman streaks through the dark night to Sidney's house in the wooded countryside. Where after searching above the house carefully again, he drops to earth and resumes the garb and guise of reporter Clark Kent. Then, ascending the three stone stairs to the heavy oak door, he rings the bell. Good evening, Mr. Kent. I'm delighted to see you. Delighted. Come right in. Oh, thanks. Mr. Sydney will take your hat and your coat. Oh, all right. You have no idea how glad I am to see you. Thank you. Gets quite lonesome out here in the country alone. I was just sitting here listening to the radio. But now that you're here, we can have an interesting evening. With Superman. With Superman? Discussing him, of course. If you will just follow me, Mr. Gent. I have all my material in my study. Fine. I'm very anxious to see it. Unaware of the deadly inescapable trap he is stepping into, Clark can't follow Sydney down the hall to the study where in the lead lined closet which Superman's x ray vision cannot penetrate waits the deadly atom man. The electronic converter fastened to his throat, the strange metal gloves on his hands. What will happen? Can anything save Superman? Now, don't miss Monday's thrilling episode. Be sure to be with us then, same time, same station, to hear the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bow. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station. By the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Now here is our star, Vincent Price. Ladies and gentlemen. In a prejudice filled America, no one would be secure in his job, his business, his church or his home. Yet racial and religious antagonisms are exploited daily by quacks and adventurers whose followers make up the irresponsible lunatic fringe of American life. Refuse to listen to or spread rumors against any race or religion. Help to stamp out prejudice in our country. Let's judge our neighbors by the character of their lives alone and not on the basis of their religion or origin.