Paul had a hard time dragging himself out of bed the next morning. After a quick shower he went in and found his dad dressed at the table and his mom in her bathrobe making pancakes. "Sit down. I am giving you a ride to work, today." he said.

As he sat down, his mother handed him a plate. After breakfast, he and his father put on their galoshes and went out to the car. It was raining that morning so they didn't have to scrape the windows. They drove for a while without talking before Mr. Bell said. "So, have you got your eye on a particular girl?"

"Dad!" Paul said, embarrassed.

"Part of good parenting is knowing how to not stick your head in the sand. I know that you've noticed girls. Remember that time that I jumped on you for catcalling that girl last summer?" he said.

"Don't remind me," Paul answered.

"You embarrassed that girl and you deserved to get grounded. Don't pretend that you don't know that." his father said.

"You didn't have to ground me in front of half of my friends," Paul said bitterly.

"I embarrassed you in front of half of your friends because you acted like a cad in front of those friends. She deserved to see you get it, too. You aren't a man yet and even if you were, I would have jumped all over you for behaving that way towards a woman. You are close to being a man, but you are not there yet. Overall, I am quite pleased with how you're maturing, but every now and again, you still need a little tuning up. That's what a good father does to his teenage son."

"It was graduation day!" Paul exclaimed.

"So?" his father responded.

They drove in silence. Paul found the sound of the windshield wipers soothing as he looked at the gray sky beginning to lighten for the day. Paul asked what his dad was doing today. "I have a lunch meeting in D.C. with a British Embassy official for work," Mr. Bell said

"When will you be home," Paul asked.

"Sometime tonight," his dad answered.

"There is something else that I need to talk with you about. I had a little call from Mr. Pang yesterday. He wanted me to tell you that his little gift is not a bribe. It is a gift. Whatever information you came across, you promised him to keep his secret. He is trusting you to keep your word," his dad said.

"Did he tell you what it was about?" Paul asked.

"No, and unless it involves your personal safety, I don't need to know," his father answered.

"Pass the word back that I won't say anything, but you might want to remind hims that Miss Lane isn't the only good investigative reporter in this town. Someone else might figure it out. I promised that I wouldn't talk and I won't," Paul said.

"I'll pass it on," his father said.

After another twenty minutes they passed the entrance of the subway nearest the Planet that Paul would normally use and there was Sullivan, waiting. His father was unaware of this as he dropped Paul off at the front door of the Planet. "How"s that for time?" he asked.

Paul glanced at a clock on a street post. "Ten minutes earlier than usual." he answered dryly.

"Well, see you tonight," his father said as Paul closed the door and headed into the Planet. He hurried to Mr. White's office and told him about Sullivan.

White grabbed his phone and called the police. "This is Perry White of The Daily Planet. Is Bill Henderson in? Henderson, glad I caught you. One of my people has a problem." Over the next several minutes, White explained the situation. Henderson said that he'd have it looked into.

Mr. White told Bell to come and see him after lunch and he should know something then. Bell went to work, feeling a lot better than he had when he had arrived. As intense as putting the weekend edition together was, the Monday morning paper was light. Since there was no Sunday paper, swing shift had Saturdays off. Bell still had to work as did everyone else, but it was the lightest shift Bell had seen in the office. Most people took shorter lunches on Saturday because as soon as the paper was put to bed, everyone would get the rest of the afternoon off.

At lunch Jimmy and two other copy boys sat with Paul. They talked about sports, girls. movies, more girls and finally the war. That was a depressing thought so the other two boys started gossiping to Paul about who was who and what the rumor mill said about those people. Paul was in an awkward spot. Though he wasn't big on gossip, he did like the company. Then an idea struck.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom before I get back to work," Paul said and as he rose to leave, one of the photographers, Adamson, came up to him.

"Hey Bell, Olsen, you won't have to worry about Broken Nose any more," he said.

"Oh really?" Bell said.

"Yeah. He got himself killed in an accident. last night" Adamson said.

"You're kidding!" Bell said

"Serious! You met Kelly, yet? Well he works down at the presses. His wife and Murphy's wife are friends. He told me about it just now," Adamson replied

"Golly, what happened to him?" Jimmy asked.

"He slipped on some ice and busted his head on the sidewalk too hard. Guy was a jerk," Adamson said.

Bell excused himself and went to see if White had any news. He found him with a plainclothes police officer named Inspector Henderson. The news wasn't particularly promising. An officer found Sullivan at the stop who denied waiting to do Bell harm. Since he wasn't doing anything illegal, the officer had to let him off with a warning that if anything happened to Bell, he'd be the prime suspect. Bell passed on Adamson's story of Murphy's untimely death.

"That is probably what pushed him to come looking for you. He knows about Murphy," White said.

"I am going to make sure that there is a police presence there for next week in he mornings but you might want to take another route for a couple days. If this Sullivan character is there on Monday, it has been made known to him that he will have some explaining to do," Henderson said.

"Thank you, sir, " Bell said.

"In the meantime, watch your back and keep adjusting how you arrive and don't leave alone," Mr. White instructed.

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As soon as the paper was put to bed, most people other than the printers and other post production staff were free to go. Bell grabbed his camera and checked the film. An aspiring photographer wants to get every shot, after all. He went through the newsroom in search of Jimmy. A few reporters were working on stories but it was obvious that people were leaving for the weekend

Bell hurried to the front door and went out with about half a dozen staff that he didn't know and got on a bus that would take him in the opposite direction of Hobbs Bay and home.

About an hour later, Paul had to admit the scenic route did have an advantage. He was seeing a lot of the city that he had never seen The rain had stopped and the sky was clearing. He could see a lot of blue in the sky mixed with the gray clouds. He was at a bus stop that had a connection to take him to a stop near a subway that would take him home. Since it was an industrial area at an off time, there was no one else at the stop. There wasn't any traffic, either. Paul snorted. How often in a city of five million does one get a private bus stop?

His musings were drawn short by the sound of squealing tires from around the corner. He pulled out his camera. As he pointed the camera towards the sound. he saw a car come around the corner at a high rate of speed. Bell started shooting. To his shock, Superman swooped behind the car and picked it up. Bell kept shooting.

Superman turned the car on its side and put it on the ground, then he opened the door and pulled the driver out of the car. Dropping the driver on the ground, he levitated upside down for a second and lowered himself into the car upside down and came out with a briefcase.

Bell had to stop and reload his camera. As soon as he finished he rushed towards Superman and the person that he detained and started shooting again. "You do realize that is a diplomatic pouch?" the man said with a Japanese accent.

"It is a good thing, then that I am not a diplomat," Superman said and took out some documents and what looked like film. "Well, what do we have here? Plans for that new bomber prototype that is being built for the army,"

The spy sighed. "You know what will happen. I will be sent home and given another assignment. Someone else will get the plans, eventually. Now turn my car upright and I will be on my way."

"Hey kid, how would you like to get some shots of me marching a member of the Japanese Consulate into jail, caught red handed as a spy?" Superman asked.

"Absolutely," Bell said.

"You afraid of heights?" Superman asked.

Bell realized what he was asking. "I wouldn't be afraid to fly with you," he said.

"Good," Superman put Bell under one arm and he held the spy under he other. He firmly held the incriminating documents in the hand that was holding Bell. It was the most exhilarating experience of Bell's life He didn't get much of a view, though. The ferocity of the wind made him close his eyes. When Superman arrived at the Federal Building, he stopped for a second. before landing gently to the ground. For those few seconds. though tear filled eyes, Bell could look around. As Superman landed, he told Bell to get his camera ready.

Bell snapped a few shots and as soon as Superman took the spy inside. he put his camera away and started to hurry to the Planet. The Federal Building was only seven blocks from the Planet, on the same street, so it was a reasonably quick trip. The doors to the Planet were still open and Bell hurried up to Mr. White's office with his camera.

Fortunately Mr. White hadn't left for the weekend. When he heard what Bell had, he exclaimed, "This warrants an extra edition!" He got on the phone and called the printing department and told them that they would be putting out an extra edition. The phone rang. It was Kent. He had the story and he'd be in in ten minutes to write it up. The few reporters left in the newsroom were drafted into helping put the extra edition together. Most of the pictures turned out very clear. The lead off photo was of Superman holding the spy's car in the air wth a headline of SUPERMAN CATCHES JAP SPY RED HANDED. Kent's article told about how the spy had been using his job as a consular official as an excuse for spying. It was an eight page extra. The other reporters there had enough articles to fill out the extra edition.

Kent advised that Bell not get the byline for his own safety. Mr. White agreed.

Bell felt betrayed. He was bringing the best shots and he wasn't getting credit for it! White and Kent could read the look on his face. "Bell the only reason that you are not getting the byline is that the Japs are very dangerous. You have embarrassed them. Nobody hates getting embarrassed worse than a Jap. I don't want them coming after you. I know that you're tired of hearing it, but you still are a kid. You are the luckiest kid that I have ever known, but you are a kid and I don't want you hurt." Mr. White said.

Bell could see that he wasn't going to win this one. "Yes sir," he said

"You might not have gotten the byline this time, but I think that you will get some more good bylines in the future. Between the work that you did for the Lazenby photos and what you did today, I think that seventy dollars is an appropriate bonus."

"Seventy dollars?" a fortune! "Thank you sir!"

I thought you might like that. Let's get this out tonight."

"Paul glanced at the calendar, December 6, 1941. "Well, I have to admit, after today, it should be a quiet weekend."