Aha! Recognised it immediately, Pam! It's Nan's
A Matter of Ethics .
And here's another one:
"You want me to swear on my badge? It won't mean any more, because when I give my word, it's binding. Simple as that."
"Okay." Clark pulled his glasses off and looked steadily at Henderson. "The reason I need the investigation stopped is because I have an identity to protect. The kidnappers weren't after Clark Kent, reporter at the Daily Planet, they were after Superman."
Henderson frowned. "Superman? So you were the bait?"
Why was it that when he wanted to tell someone, they never caught on, and when he didn't want to tell someone, they figured it out right away? "No, I was the target."
"But you just said Superman was the target."
Clark nodded. "Exactly."
"So you're trying to tell me that you're...?"
"Yes."
Henderson stared silently at Clark for so long, Clark began to wonder whether he was planning how to contact the nearest mental hospital and have him admitted without making him suspicious. He stared steadily back, trying to look as much like his alter-ego as possible and as little like a deranged lunatic as he could. "I always knew he had a secret identity," Henderson began slowly, seemingly still half-musing to himself.
Wendy
