Superman - Yellow Mask Steals Fuel For Atomic Beam

Presenting Superman, up in the sky, look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman!

Superman, amazing mysterious figure in blue costume and red cape who has appeared on Earth as the champion of the week and the oppressed.

We last saw Superman streaking through the evening sky toward the laboratory of Dr. Sven Dalgren

in an effort to file the plans of the yellow mask. It is sometime after four. On the stroke of six, the daily planet, its building, its presses and its staff, will be blown to fragments unless Superman can solve the plot in the short time that remains.

As Superman wins his way over the dimly glowing city, Lois Lane, the daily planet's girl reporter, is already at Dr. Dalgren's laboratory, interviewing the scientist on the loss of his newly invented atomic beam,

which the yellow mask has stolen. But even as the scientist and the girls sit talking, hidden eyes are watching them and unheard voices pass and repast on an unseen secret relay.

Listen.

Yes, this is the yellow mask. This is Michael reporter from the laboratory. The girl has arrived and is talking with the doctor.

Yes, we are ready. And the signal comes close to the sliding door and leave the rest to me. Then, kindness of the airport. Do you understand?

Yes, I understand. It won't be known as day to day. That's good. I have swarmed a blow of the newspaper as the clock strikes six. The yellow mask does not fail.

And to my great release, Miss Lane, after calling on newspaper, I discovered that this cemented individual who had stolen my atomic beam machine had stolen nothing but a box of wires and real stats, utterly useless to him.

What do you mean?

We cannot operate unless it is loaded with atomic cylinders, small steel capsules containing the energy necessary to work the beam.

I recall that I had placed only two of the cylinders in the machine to demonstrate it and both were fired.

But you have other cylinders, haven't you?

Oh, yes, but they're well protected. Look in there. What do you see?

What? It seems to be a sort of inner room.

And what is at the extreme end?

Why, it's a safe, a huge safe built into the wall.

And didn't that safe or a dozen atomic cylinders and a duplicate of the stolen machine?

You had two machines?

Oh, yes, a new one and an old one, a madman stole the new one. But never mind.

Keep looking, Miss Lane. What do you see now?

What? Why there are two doors rolling right out of the wall?

Exactly. Massive steel doors, Miss Lane, which cut off every part of the laboratory.

The pair that you're looking at cut off the strong room. Now they roll back again.

What made them open?

Ah, I did something. You didn't see what, eh? Good, that's part of the secret.

Dr. Dogren, this will certainly make a story.

Now, tell me about the machine, the atomic beam. Why do you think it was stolen?

Miss Lane, if I were a man gone mad with lust for power, determined to dominate the entire world,

I could ask for no greater weapon than the Dalgrin atomic beam.

Good heavens, do you really mean that?

I do. That is why my secret will never be published unless I am assured the atomic beam can be used to benefit humanity and not destroy it.

Can you tell me how the machine works, Dr. Dogren?

Why, yes. The Dalgrin atomic beam, Miss Lane, is based on the almost limitless power of atomic energy in the first place.

I'll have to be getting there now.

Deserted part of town, all right?

Oh, I think I see a car.

That's it. Lois is parked at the curb.

And I'll drop down on the roof, slip downstairs and enter Dogren's house as Park Kent reports.

Down, down!

Now then, down below.

Wait a minute. What's that?

Coming through the wall.

Nobody else could hear it, but I can.

It's a voice. A voice traveling on a radio relay.

Yes, this is the yellow mask.

But now, this is Michael's report from the laboratory.

Okay, we are almost ready.

Remember, when I give the signal, close the doors.

No more now.

The yellow mask.

Somewhere near here.

And Michael. Who's Michael?

And if I have any luck, I may find out from Dogren.

Yes, Dr. Dogren.

I'm Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

Oh, yes. Yes, come in, Mr. Kent. My man must be busy.

Thank you.

You were talking to Mr. White, my editor, and something happened to the line.

We were cut off.

So I came right down to find out what you wanted to say.

It may be important.

Hi, Ms. Lane.

Well, Mr. Starry Portland.

Couldn't you find anything to do but come and horn in on my story?

Well, I see your old friend.

I'm sorry, Ms. Lane.

This came up just after you left.

Dr. Dogren.

The Daily Planet has received a very dangerous threat from an unknown source.

A threat, Mr. Kent. What kind of a threat?

An escaped lunatic, Doctor.

Someone who's threatened to blow up the entire work at 6 o'clock tonight.

Doctor, the man who broke in here and made off with your invention.

You told my editor he said something about destroying a newspaper.

Do you remember what it was?

I remember quite well, Mr. Kent.

He had picked up the machine, my new model of the atomic beam.

And as he held me on his gun, he said,

first I shall destroy the building which houses one of your great newspapers.

Dr. Dogren.

Did he mean the planet?

Well, my dear Ms. Lane, I haven't any idea which...

Tell me, Doctor.

Could he make good that threat against the newspaper?

Mr. Kent, he could make good that threat against the world.

And we have one hour or less to run him down.

Well, I wouldn't worry, Mr. Kent.

Not worry.

Fortunately, as I have already explained to Ms. Lane and as I tried to tell your editor before we were cut off,

the model which was stolen will not work.

Dr. Dogren, what do you mean?

Just this.

By a lucky chance, the stolen machine was not loaded with the cylinders necessary to make it work.

Well, then...

Then you mean the newspaper's safe?

It won't be blown up.

Not by the dogren atomic beam?

Wait, I will point out what I mean.

Just a second, Dr. Dogren.

I'd like to ask you a question.

Certainly, Mr. Kent.

Is your name Michael?

Or is there anyone in this house whose name is Michael?

Well, yes.

Why do you ask that?

Don't you like the name Michael, Mr. Kent?

Who is it, Dr?

Michael is the name of my servant.

Why, Mr. Kent?

Nothing.

I'm really wondered.

You were going to show us your invention, Dr. Dogren.

Oh, yes.

Yes, to be sure.

If you'll excuse me for a moment, no, no, no.

Stay right where you are.

I'll get it out of the safe and bring it here.

Wow.

Are you worried about being blown sky high?

Quite late to rest, Mr. Kent.

You thought the paper would be blown up tonight, didn't you?

You know I did.

And yet you take the first chance you get to run out like a rat and leave the rest of them there to face whatever happened.

Oh, now look here, Mr. White sent me out on this assignment.

Yeah, but he didn't have to urge you much.

Well, don't think that about me.

Lois, please.

I can stand freshness and amazing luck and even boasting.

But not cowardice, Mr. Kent.

What are you doing?

I'm telephoning the office.

Hello, operator.

Operator.

Have you forgotten the phones out of order?

I thought they might have fixed it.

They haven't.

Well?

That wire.

It goes through a conflict into the next room and it's slack.

Lois.

It comes way in my hand.

Look.

What?

Lois.

That wire was cut.

Cut off clean by someone in this house.

Wild Dr. Dogren was talking to Mr. White.

By someone who didn't want Dogren to reveal any information.

Well, don't stand there like that.

What do you think it means?

It means the thief knows that model won't work.

He's found it out.

Oh.

Where is Dr. Dogren?

What's taking him so long?

I can't the doors.

The doors.

What doors?

What are they doing?

The doors they leave in the rooms and Dr. Dogren's inside.

Well, the doors.

Maybe he did it himself.

Dr. Dogren.

Are you all right?

Dr. Dogren.

What are you doing?

Let go of me.

Get away from that safe Michael.

Michael.

Oh, Kent.

Someone's in there.

Put him something's wrong.

Oh.

Can't do something.

Don't just stand there.

I can't.

There's nothing I can do.

Look out.

Look out.

An explosion inside that room.

Dynamite.

Or nitro glycerin.

Lois.

Lois, are you all right?

I'm all right.

Just stand.

Lois.

Run down and bring the police.

Phone the paper.

Quick.

What are you going to do?

Have stay here.

Maybe I can get in there.

Come on, I'll run.

I'll be back, Kent.

Wait for me.

I think it's time Superman took a hand.

Clark Kent could never get through those steel doors.

I have to get Lois out first though.

Now then.

There they go.

Almost through.

It's bringing out at the side.

I'll just grab all of the edges.

Pull them out of the walls.

Dr.

Dr. Dalgren.

He's unconscious.

When he comes to, he'll see Clark Kent.

Kent.

Is that you?

The safe.

Look at the safe and the wall.

They blew the safe and got out through a hole in the wall.

Dr. Dalgren.

Who was it?

Could you see?

I don't know.

When I came in, they threw a cloth over my head.

Kent.

Look.

They came back.

They found the machine wouldn't work.

The cylinders were in the safe.

Dr.

The safe.

It's empty.

Quite empty, gentlemen.

The Dalgren atomic beam will now be put to work.

That voice.

Who is it?

Where is it coming from?

It's a telephone outlet.

Somewhere in the wall.

I'll track it down.

Save yourselves the trouble, Mr. Kent.

We are leaving immediately.

It's half past five.

You will remember what happened at six.

The yellow mask does not break his word.

Half an hour to go.

Thirty flying minutes while mysterious planes drone high in the air

over the office of the newspaper.

Can Clark Kent or Superman find the yellow mask?

Recover the Dalgren inventions.

Save the daily planet.

And meal while what of lowest lane?

Tune in the next installment and follow the story.

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Look.

It's a bird.

It's a flame.

It's Superman.

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