Atomic Fuel Cylinders Stolen

Presenting Superman! The sky! Look! It's a bird! 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 Dahlgren in an effort to foil the plans of the yellow mask.

It is some time after four. On the stroke of six, the daily planet, its building, its presses and its staff will be He blown to fragments unless Superman can solve the plot in the short time that remains.

As Superman wings his way over the dimly glowing city, Lois Lane, the daily planet's girl reporter, is already at Dr. Dahlgren'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 girl sit talking, hidden eyes are watching them, and heard voices pass and repast on an unseen secret relay. Listen. To my great release, Miss Lane, after calling on newspaper, I discovered that this demented individual who had stolen my atomic beam machine had stolen nothing but a box of wires and

rheostats, utterly useless to him. What do you mean? Well, the machine 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 all the cylinders, haven't you? Oh, yes, but they're well protected. Look in there. What you see. What? It seems to be a sort of inner room. And what is at the extreme end?