A mysterious man who calls himself Jones, and who is fanatically opposed to our aiding the unfortunate peoples of Europe, developed a vicious and cunning plot to further his selfish cause, and at the same time enrich himself. Learning that the famous Batman was really the wealthy Bruce Wayne, Jones persuaded Superman's friend to go away with him. Then, Jones sent an impersonator to Metropolis, who, impersonating Batman, made speeches against American aid to Europe and led Robin, Batman's young companion, into an ambush. Then, chaining the dynamic duo in an old Revolutionary prison barracks far upstate, Jones and the impersonator return to Metropolis to take possession of Batman's large fortune. Superman, who suspects the truth, has contacted all Metropolis banks, and as we continue now, he has streaked to the Metropolis Trust Company in response to a phone call. There, in his guise as reporter Clark Kent, he hurries to the desk of Frank Anders, the bank's manager.

Anders

(a reedy, fussy voice) Hello, Mr. Kent.

Where's Batman, I don't see him?

Well, he's gone.

Gone! But you said....!

Yes, when he came up from the safety deposit vaults I tried to detain him, but he said he was in a great hurry.

Where did he go? Which way?

Well, I... I...I don't know. He left, just after I called you. With his friend, Mr. Jones.

Jones! Then it was Bru...I mean, Batman's impersonator, just as I thought.

Impersonator? What do you mean?

Look, Mr. Anders, please call Inspector Henderson and tell him the phony Batman just left here.

But...I...I..I don't understand.

Please do as I say. Right away! I'll explain later.

MUSIC

This alley is deserted. So out of these clothes. This is a job for SUPERMAN. AND A TOUGH JOB. THE PHONY BATMAN AND JONES COULD HAVE TAKEN A SUBWAY OR A BUS OR A TAXI OR GOT AWAY IN THEIR OWN CAR. HOWEVER THEY'VE GONE I MUST FIND THEM. THERE WE ARE. ALL SET. UP, UP AND AWAY.

FLYING

MUSIC

Yes, Inspector. I'll tell him as soon as he comes in. No, I have no idea where he is. Right, goodbye.

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SOUND OF SUPERMAN LANDING

Oh, Clark! Where have you been?

Where haven't I been, Lois. Listen, has there been any word from Inspector Henderson?

Yes, he just called.

Did he pick up the phony Batman?

No, he's still looking. There was...

Oh, I was afraid of that. I couldn't find him either There were too many ways he could escape. Subway, bus, taxi, private car.

Why are you so sure it was the phony Batman who came to the bank, Clark?

Because that Jones character was with him!

He was?

Sure! They forged Batman's signature, opened his safe deposit boxes and took his whole fortune.

Good heavens!

I'm sure we'll never see the real Batman and Robin again because Jones can't let them live, now.

Oh, Clark, what do we do?

I don't know, Lois. I don't know. Look, what about the recording of Jones' voice? Any luck with that?

No, not yet.

Oh, that's bad.

The Daily Planet radio station has been broadcasting the record every hour, and repeating our offer of ten thousand dollars for anyone who can identify Jones' voice and tell us who he really is.

Still no takers?

No, not a single once. I've checked with the other stations all over the country who have been playing the recording too.

No soap there, either?

Just several false leads. Jones has been identified as a famous movie actor, a cabinet official, a champion prizefighter, you know.

Uh, huh.

But I guess we have to expect those things.

Yes, I know we do. But I was hoping someone would identify him correctly because it's obvious from the way he works that he's no small-time operator. Lots of people must know him.

But then I'm sure someone will definitely identify him soon, Clark.

They'd better hurry, Lois. Otherwise I'm afraid we've seen the last of Batman and Robin.

MUSIC

As the afternoon darkens towards evening Clark Kent and Lois Lane continue to wait anxiously for someone to identify the mysterious and evil Mr. Jones, Batman and Robin in their ancient prison barracks have been trying desperately to try to free themselves from the heavy rusted shackles. In the long, low dimly lit room, where their ankles are chained to iron staples embedded in the wall beams, the dynamic duo have been bracing their feet against the wall , then throwing themselves back violently against their chains, hoping to snap them, or to pull the heavy staples from the beams. Each time they lock their teeth tightly to keep from crying out as the cruel chains cut into the flesh of their ankles.

Ow...it's no use Batman, these chains won't break and oh...these staples won't come out.

Afraid you're right, Robin. Whew! My leg is as raw as fresh beef.

So's mine. What are we going to do, Batman? Jones and his phony Batman will be back soon with your bankroll, and you know what happens then.

All I know is what Jones said would happen.

That's bad because he wasn't kidding.

I know, but take it easy, chum. We're not cooked geese yet.

Maybe not yet, we're all trussed up and ready for the oven, though. Oh, boy, I never thought we'd go out this way, chained up like a couple of dogs.

Look, cut it out, will ya? I said we're not finished yet.

You wanna bet?

Well, not too much, but a small wager.

Stop trying to cheer me up, pappy. You know as well I do that we're done for, unless our fairy godmother sneaks a cake in here with a nice big file inside.

Yeah. How I'd love to have a nice big file right now.

I wouldn't even mind seeing a cake. Exercising with those chains works up an appetite.

Remind me of that later. I'll run out and buy you a steak.

Hey, when is the last time you ate, Batman?

Yester....Holy smokes!

Hey, never shout like that at a man when he's hungry.

Cut the comedy, Robin. I just thought of something.

A way to get out of here, I hope?

Nothing else but. Your talking about food gave me an idea.

Go on, spill it. I'm all ears.

Up until today when they brought you in I've been fed fairly regularly by two of Jones playmates. Ugly gorillas with guns been bringing me a tray. One of them would keep me covered while the other one set the tray down where I could reach it. You get the picture?

Sure, but what are you driving at?

Well, there are two of us here now, see. So if we can get the gorillas to bring us some food before Jones comes back, and coax them within reach of our chains...

We grab them, give 'em a quick going over and suggest they remove are leg braces.

Surprising how quickly you catch on, son. C'mon, let's yell and see if we can raise the chef. Hey!!

Hey, fellow.. Where's the waiter with the water for my daughter?

Waiter!

Hey.

Sheriff! Somebody!

Come on!

Shaddup! Whaddyou guys want?

We want something to eat!

Yeah, we're starving. How about a ham sandwich a piece, buddy.

Forget it. Mr. Jones didn't say nuthin' about feedin' ya.

Look, you've been bringing me food every day haven't you?

Well, yeah, but Mr. Jones...

Well, he must have forgotten to tell ya. So be a good guy, will ya, and bring us something to eat. Anything.

Even a glass of water will do. Just a glass of water.

Well, I guess I can do that.

Attaboy.

SOUND OF CAR DRAWING UP

Hey, waitaminnit. Car just pulled up. Must be Mr. Jones now.

Oh, what a break.

Never mind him. Bring us the water. Hurry!

Wait'll I see. Yeah, it is Mr. Jones. I'll ask him about something for you guys.

(Low voice) Oh, I'll know what Jones will say.

(Low voice) Yeah, he'll say it with a bullet.

Well, I guess it was a good idea, Batman.

Yes, Robin, it was. But it came a little too late. And there goes our last chance.

MUSIC

Their last hope gone, as Batman and Robin in the prison barracks upstate see Mr. Jones enter the room in which they are chained, Lois Lane in Metropolis has just rushed in to Clark Kent's office at the Daily Planet.

Clark! Oh, Clark, hurry!

What's the matter, Lois? What's up?

They just called down from our radio station to say that a man showed up there who says he knows who Mr. Jones is!

No kidding!

Yes, he's upstairs now, waiting for us. Hurry, Clark, he may really...

Out of my way, Lois, I'm practically up there now!

Racing past Lois Lane like an arrow shot from a bow, Clark Kent sprints through the city room into the corridor and then, out of sight, leaves his feet and zooms up the eight flights of steps to the radio as only Superman can.

Does the unknown man in the radio studio really know who the mysterious Mr. Jones is, or is this another false lead? And if he does know, can he direct Clark Kent who is Superman, to the upstate prison barracks in time to save the lives of Batman and Robin? Whatever you do, don't miss tomorrow's thrilling episode, fellows and girls, as the unexpected happens, and the suspense grows! Tune in same time, same station, for CHAPTER 9 OF BATMAN'S GREAT MYSTERY ON THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN.