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`Look, Brigadier! It's growing!' screamed Sarah. The Brigadier stared in amazeme nt as the Robot began to grow... and grow... swelling to the size of a giant! Sl owly the metal colossus, casting its enormous shadow upon the surrounding trees and buildings, began to stride towards the Brigadier. A giant metal hand reached down to grasp him... Can DOCTOR WHO defeat the evil forces controlling the Robo t before they execute their plans to blackmail--or destroy--the world? ISBN 0 426 11279 2
DOCTOR WHO AND THE GIANT ROBOT Based on the BBC television serial Doctor Who--Robot by arrangement with the Bri tish Broadcasting Corporation TERRANCE DICKS published by The Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd
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CONTENTS 1 Killer in the Night 2 Something More than Human 3 Trouble at Thinktan k 4 Robot! 5 The Killer Strikes Again 6 Trapped by the Robot 7 The World in Dang er 8 In the Hands of the Enemy 9 The Battle at the Bunker 10 The Countdown Begin s 11 The Kidnapping of Sarah 12 The Giant Terror .
The notice over the massively burred gate read. .. resistance negligible... Suddenly. swift and silent despite its enormous bulk. Senso rs fed a constant flow of information to the controlling brain: terrain underfoo t uneven... adjust balance mechanisms to compensate.. But there was so mething. windy darkness guarding a gate so stro ng that a tank couldn't get through it. He raised his rifle.. Objective in sight..1 Killer in the Night It moved through the darkness. He sneaked a look at his watch. irregular consistency. Something huge. out there in the darkness. MINISTRY OF DEFEN CE WEAPONRY RESEARCH CENTRE NO ADMITTANCE WITHOUT PASS The sentry was bored and tired. one human guard armed with primitive weapon. Another hour stuck out here in the cold... he stopped.. prepare to neutralise. metallic. Something was moving.. The area round the gate was brightly lit by an overhead lam p. ignore. about to call out a challenge.. when it stepped out of the darkness and fear dried the words in his t hroat... H e strained his eyes. but this only made the surrounding darkness all the blacker... How come he always got the night duty? Ruddy sergeant had it in for him. So why guard it? He marched up and down glumly. Another hour till the guard changed. that's why. Ve getable and organic matter impeding progress..
unable to believe his eyes. It broke the heavy steel chains. It paused for a moment as the sensors detected mo vement. infra-red vision taking it unerringly through the darkness.. smashed the lock from t he gate. and sn apped the cable of the alarm system. guaranteed to resist thermic lances and high explosives. Metal hands ripped the door from its hinges and reached inside . Some form of animal life was approaching. The shelves of the safe were stacked with buff-coloured folders.. So on it stood in an empty office. It caugh t the sentry as he fell and laid the body almost tenderly to one side. scrabbling desperately to check its run. An enormous black Doberman r aced across the grounds. Having studied it for a moment.He stood frozen to the spot. then turned and fled in panic. it reached out. The thing closed the di stance between them in two swift strides. as it came up to its quarry it skidded to a halt. The sentry sucked in air to scream an alarm. A metal hand shot out and snapped his neck. an d would have tackled anything from an armed man to a mountain lion without a sec ond's hesitation. claws r aking the gravel. It was a particularly large and savage specimen of one of the fiercest breeds of guard dog in existence. It moved alo ng the corridors. Gravel crunched beneath its feet as it moved up the drive towards the front door. Yet. with a huge steel safe in the corner. all bearing a red . but he was too late. and pushed it open. The safe w as the latest Government Security Model. The dog backed away w himpering. growling low in its throat. Blue sparks flickered for a moment around t he pincer-like fingers. Then it m oved forward to the gate. The giant metal intruder smashed open the front door with a single massive blow and entered the building.
TOP SECRET stamp.. down the path. he was reliving the scene.. and some giant spiders who wanted the thing back. Sarah Ja ne Smith. had turned up. Floating in mid a ir as cool you please. but in a really shockin g state. one of the monks from the Meditation Centre. It seemed to be mixed up with a blue crystal from an alien planet. and left the office. trying to convinc e himself that he could trust his own eyes. and still didn't believe it ) a little chap called Cho-Je. Jus t as they'd given him up for lost he'd reappeared again. (The Brigadier f rowned ferociously--he'd seen this last bit himself. and disappeared into the darkness. extracted just one folde r. Now. It was after the peculiar business d own at the meditation centre1 Yates had called in that journalist girl. he'd told them 1 Told in DOCTOR WHO AND THE PLANET OF THE SPIDERS . and she of course had involved the Doctor. several days later. On that spot he had seen something absolutely unbelievab le happen. Skilfully it sorted through the pile. The Brigadier still wasn't sure what had really happened. claiming to be a Time Lord like the Doctor himself. And then. but he'd gone missing himself in the process. Brigadier Alastair Let hbridge-Stewart. past the sh attered gate and the dead sentry. looking as if he was about to die on them. The Doctor h ad managed to clear things up. The whole o peration had taken place in a little under three minutes. head of the British Section of the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce (UNIT for short). stood in the empty laboratory and stared at a partic ular spot on the floor. It moved out of the building.
that the Doctor's old body was out by his exertions. Although she wasn't a member of UNIT. But a younger man. lying in a kind of death-like coma.. `The Brontosaurus is large. still with the same rather beaky nose.. and there he'd been ever since.. Sullivan. and he'd have to trade it i n for a new one. In his mind's eye he could see th e Doctor writhing and twisting in agony.. placid and stupid. And this one had taken place under his very nose. Benton had come in. They'd rushed him off to the sick bay. With Sarah J ane Smith kneeling beside him. were one and the same. The Brigadier had already adjusted to one change of appearanc e by the Doctor. He could see those familiar features be gin to blur and change.. He turned and saw Sarah Jane Smith. Young Dr. the face far less lin ed. Like. A new man with a new fa ce was lying on the laboratory floor. He was mu ttering some-thing confused about `Sontarans'. a tangle of curly brown hair replacing the flowing white locks. ra ther comical little chap who'd helped him against the Yeti and the Cybermen. Still tall and thin. and `perverting the course of hum an history'. the new Doc tor had said distinctly. Suddenly it had been all over. and the tall white-haired man who'd turned up just in time to join the struggle aga inst the Autons. T he opening of the laboratory door interrupted the Brigadier's musings. It had taken him a long time to accept that the dark-haired. And so indeed was the Brigadier. Fixing him with an unnerving stare. Sarah's friends hip . Now he'd had to face another change. was desperately worried about him.' and pro mptly collapsed. the new Medical Officer. and stared even harder at the piece of floor.. the new Doctor had struggled to sit up. and yet unlike. The Brigadier twitched that nose.
`Came here to talk to the Doctor about it?' The Brigadier nodded.' Sarah sighed...' He tapped the Top Secret file tucked under h is arm. Miss Smith. Lots of baffling features. thought Sara h. `Silly really. `This case of yours. To break it the B rigadier said.' said the Brigadier hastily. Miss Smith. `Sorry.' said Sarah. Gruffly he answered Sarah's unspoken question. No change at all. No change. s omewhat embarrassed to be caught mooning about the empty laboratory. For a moment there was an awkward silence. `Only a matter of time.' `Yes.. `Very unusual case here. He's bound to wake up so on. she asked. th is is all very top secret. Just to change the subject.' Sarah smiled understandingly. The Brigadier harrumphed. I had a fit of absent-mindedness. Both had heard ghastly stories about people who'd stayed in comas for years and years.' `He'll be all right. Soon as I read the r eports I picked up the file and. Between you and me. `You re member Cho-Je said the change would shake him up a bit.' . wh at was it all about?' `Some plans were stolen from a Ministry of Defence Establi shment.' `Plans for what?' `Something called a Disintegrator Gun. and shuddered. of course. Poor old boy' s in no state to talk about anything.' Both spoke with a confidence they didn't feel. `Expect you're wondering what I'm doing here.with the Doctor made her a kind of unofficial agent. A living death..
. and different Government departments too. To do this. and were fiercely resentful . `You know that place they call the Thinktank? Frontiers-of-science research centre. `Because th em's no one else here I can tell. The problem was that the Thinktank people had developed strong int ernal loyalties. all the latest in everything scientific under one roof?' The Brigadier n odded. but I got used to having hi m about' Sarah nodded sympathetically. I wanted to ask a favour. but it worked.' The Brigadier looked non-committal. pool the effort. The Thinktank was a typically British ins titution: it was ramshackle and illogical. `He used to drive me mad. She changed the subject once again `As a matter of fact. which meant that it occasionally came into the Brigadier's area of interest.' The Brigadier spluttered. you know. realising how much the Brigadier must be missing his old friend. the Government had realised that a number of different firms. the Thinktank had been crea ted. Quite a bit of top-secret researc h went on there. at a loss for words. `Then why did you tell me about it?' `Well.. were all working separately in much t he same fields.. A few years ago. because. It was one of his recurring problems . I didn't only come to enquire about the Doctor. Obviously it was only sensible to end such wasteful duplication.. But it was something o f a nightmare from the security point of view. Top research scientists from both public and private establishments now all worked together under the same roof.Sarah couldn't resist teasing him. I suppose. b ecause. and share the results. Sarah gave him her most winning smile. and went on. He knew the Thinktank only too well.' He gestured eloquently round the e mpty laboratory. Both Government and Industry shared the ex penses and the benefits of their work.
nose and toes pointing at the ceiling. and didn't scruple to call on them if it felt its precious independence was under attack. He looked at the ceiling. A huge delighted grin spread over his face. the Brigadier had to deal with them tactfully. `Yes.of what they called `interference'. Come to my office and I'll fi x you up with a pass. As a matter of fact.' Sarah followed him out of the laboratory. `I think we can arrange that for you. He stretched and wriggled. feeling air floo ding deep into his lungs. Poor old chap just lies there. `Could I see th e Doctor before I go?' `Yes. You me. M iss Smith. they developed these plans that have been stolen.' On the other side of the building. and he sprang out of bed like a jack-in-the-box. All this ran through the Brigadier's head in a matter of seconds. He took a deep breath.. For a mom ent he . `You want me to get y ou a visitor's pass?' `Please. He looked round the bare hospitallike room. I know the Thinktank. and if I could come up with a really good scientific story. aware of the steady double beat of his heart the strength and vigour in his muscles. now and again. in the UNIT sick bay. exceptional ly favoured journalists are allowed to visit it. Suddenly his eyes snapped wide open. and then smiled. Since the place was only partly under Govern ment control. the Doctor lay flat on his back on the bed..' said Sarah hopefully.. The Thinktank had g ood contacts and powerful friends in high places. What about the place?' `Well. He looked at Sarah warily. You'll find it a bit depressing though. The Brig adier stared blankly at her for a moment. Miss Smith. of course. I'm very keen to get away from all this w oman's angle stuff.
and strode briskly out of the room. The Doctor fingered the elegant garmen ts for a moment and frowned. that's where he should be. a frilly shirt. He had lots more clothes in. Far too fancy. the walls painted a depressing olive green. Clothes. He realised he had no idea where to go.' As she followed the Brigadier towards the sick bay. slung it carelessly round his shoulders. He opened it and looked inside. not hanging about round here! He grabbed the jacket. off in the TARDIS. but. `Are you sure he's the right man to look after the Doctor?' . Sarah asked. as if uncertain what to do next. signed it. he did n't like them.stood there in his striped pyjamas. For a moment the Doctor p anicked. `There you are. Much reassured. Show them tha t at the main gate.. They looked as if they'd fit all right. The Brigadier finish ed filling out a complicated-looking form. check trousers. it didn't matter. There was a locker beside the bed. in the TAR DIS! The Doctor beamed. He found himself in a long featureless corridor.. walloped it with a number of Government stamps.. Of course. Now let 's take a look at the Doctor. Then a picture of the TARDIS si tting in the comer of the laboratory popped into his head. What sort of a chap would go around dressed up lik e that? Still. the Doctor set off on his way. Young Sullivan should be with him by now. picked up a pair of elastic-sided hoots from the bottom of the lo cker. Although the Doctor's memory wa s still a little cloudy. A velvet smokin g jacket. At the same time the route to it began to unfold clearly in his mind. and handed it over to Sarah.. it was obviously prepared to tell him everything he nee ded to know. and they'll endorse it for the length of your visit. in.
tiptoed silently along in his bare feet. who's capable of understanding what's happened to the Doctor?' Sil ently Sarah shook her head. She struggled to express he r doubts without upsetting the Brigadier. anyway. Not on this planet. Sullivan. blue eyes. breezy young ma n with a square jaw. They didn't teach bodily regeneration in the medical schools. Then he emerged and. Very fine doctor. He immedi ately made you think of Biggles or Bulldog Drummond.. He was a big. `All the same--for a complicated case l ike the Doctor's. She always appreciated the Brigadier's rare. boots still i n hand. too. A few minutes later. saw the place was empty.. You may not h ave noticed. The Brigadier was of course right. fair curly hair and a hearty manner. Sarah thoug ht he looked rather like the hero of a Boy's Own Paper adventure yarn. `Never! You're a swinger. the Doctor heard their approach. closing the door behind him. He peered in. dead-pan jokes. `Nothing wrong with that. Sullivan? First-class chap. formerly Lieutenan t Sullivan of the Royal Navy. Miss Smith. Instinctively he ducked into a stor eroom. but I'm a little old-fashioned myself!' Sarah chuckled. For a moment he paused. do you think there's a specialist in England. `Isn't he a bit--oldfashioned?' The Br igadier frowned down at her. and waited until the sounds died away.' `Miss Smith.' Then she returned to the attack. Around the corner. on a previous visit. and slipped inside. in the world. as if not q uite sure why . She'd met Dr. Brig adier. What's the matter with h im?' For a moment Sarah didn't reply.`Dr. he was cau tiously opening the laboratory door.
`Key. the Doctor reached for his stethoscope. you're supposed to be in bed. nodded.he was there. `I thought us much. thump--the beat of a str ong and healthy heart. the laboratory door opened. The Doctor moved the stethoscope to the right side of his own chest. De ftly he popped the earpieces into Harry's ears. `Am I? Why?' Harry's voice was infuriatingly soothing. Bemused.' `Fit?' said the Doctor indignantly. Harry Sullivan. `I don't think that can be right. of course. thump. The TARDIS k ey dropped into his palm. whitecoated. The TARDIS! He crossed the room and tried to open the TARDIS door. and applied the other end to his own chest. `Key.' The Doctor looked at him blankly. Obvious place. thump. Come on. `You see? All s ystems go!' Before Harry could speak. Of course. running his fingers through his tangled mop of curly hair. stethoscope round his neck. The Doctor frowned. `I say. did ten push-ups. stoo d in the doorway. sp rang to his feet and marched up to Harry with a triumphant grin. It was locked . The Doctor whirled round. thump. key. Harry heard another thump. wagging a reproving finger.' As he put the key in the lock. He saw. Then he smiled. the familiar square. key!' He sto od for a moment. `Because you're not fit yet.' he said. Then he touched his toes ten times. and tipped up one of the boots he was carrying.' . full of professional cheerfulness. Docto r. blue shape in the corner. Harry heard a steady thump. `Fit? Of course I'm fit' He began running on the sp ot with great rapidity.' he said to himself rapidly. `Yes.
I don't really know. You don't want to stand here b urbling about my ears. `Tell me frankly --what do you think about the ears?' Harry had been watching the Doctor with a m ixture of amazement and professional interest.' said the Doctor thoughtfully. poor chap. bu t there's no question of you going anywhere-- . er. I expect. is it?' Smiling delightedly at his own little joke.' `Of course you don 't.. `Hyper-active. Doctor. barring the way to the TARDIS. `Well..' Harry. But the ears now--frankly I 'm not too sure about the ears.' he was thinking... `As for the face--well. `Body's been at a standstill. I. `I'm sorry. as though it was that of a stranger--as indeed it was in a way. you have to take the rough with the smooth. the Doctor grabbed Harry's right hand and shook it vigorously. suddenly came to life. must be patie nt. `You're a busy man.' The sudden question about the ears th rew him completely. `I mean--it's neither 'ere nor there. thank you for a most enjoyable little chat. and turned back to Harry. `Still.' Handing back the stethoscope. `Well. He examined h is own face critically. A new body's like a new house. I think the nose is definitely an improvement.`Both a bit fast. s eemed to accept that they were fixed. Mind you. Now I'm afraid I must be on my way. the Doctor wandered across to a wall mirror. who ha d been standing there wide-eyed and open-mouthed. H e'll crack up if I don't get him sedated.' The Doctor gave the ears an experimental tug. now it's suddenly gone into top gear. Bound to take a while to settle in. He jump ed in front of the Doctor.' He nudged Harry's ribs with a bony elbow..' said the Doctor briskly..
it was for the patient's own good. For a moment. `Too late!' said the Brigadier . and had fled from a hospital bed with one thought in his mi nd. In his service days he had often boxed for the Navy. and you're going to stay there till I say you can get up' Harry Sullivan was a powerful young man i n top physical condition. `He's off again!' .' he said. The Brigadier's mind flashed back several years. The Brigadier opened it and Harry Sullivan fell out. The laboratory was sile nt. and the empty bed. H e advanced determinedly on the Doctor. The TARDIS was beginning to shudder and vibrate. the TARDIS still in its usual corner. The Brigadier fiel ded him neatly. quite prepared to use force if he had to.' After a breathless spr int through the corridors of UNIT. They heard a muffled thumping from a c upboard. After all. `Picked me up a nd chucked me in the cupboard like--like a ruddy old coat!' `Where is he?' asked Sarah. `Come on. `Picked me up. and set him back on his feet. the Doctor had recovered with amazing speed fro m a death-like coma. Once before.except back to the sick bay. You're going to go back to bed. A familiar groaning sound from the corner answered the question for her. it seemed the Brigadier was wrong.' he said with a sort of astonished rage. Sarah and the Brigadier crashed into the labo ratory. `He'll be making for the TARDIS. Sarah and the Brigadier gazed in astonishment at the empty room. Sullivan was spluttering with indi gnation.
The Doctor had certainly come out of his coma-. note of anguish or appe al that was difficult to ignore. There was something about that voice. He reached for the switch. then withdrew his hand.right out. `Doctor. The unfamiliar face was bright and alert. his finger poised over the switch that would send the TARDI S spinning off into the depths of the Time Vortex. his hands flickering over the controls. I'll just slip quietly a way. the Doctor stood at the control console. Faintly. She ran to the TARDIS and started hammering on the door. He paused. Sarah was overjoyed when the take-off sound died away and the TARDIS stopped vibrating. eh? Well. `Come to see me off. it's very kind of you. Sarah stepped back. shall I? Goodbye!' . If the Doctor was still weak and irrational it would be sheer madne ss to let him go rushing off. and pressed the control which opened the door. He put the TARDIS on shutdown. She remembered Cho -Je's words. and a head popp ed out. he heard the hammeri ng on the door. the blue eyes sparkling. but I hate farewells. please wait! Don't go! Please. Even the curly hair seemed to be standing on end with sheer energy! The Doctor surveyed his audience of three and said briskly. and the sound of Sarah's voice.2 Something More than Human Sarah couldn't bear the thought of losing the Doctor to soon. a little alarmed. Suddenly the door opened. you've got to listen!' Inside the TARDIS.
' he confirmed. Relying on your help. of course. Isn't that right. Brigadier?' The Brigadier realised what Sarah was u p to. because the Brigadie r needs you. `Doctor--y ou can't go!' The head emerged again. `There's been this robbery. old chap. yes. `Very serious business.. The Brigadier backed away a little n ervously. `Are you? What for? ' The Brigadier had no idea how to answer this question. `It's all very important and hush-hush. `Quite right. `Well.... `I know you.' She threw LethbridgeStewart a frantic glance. You can't go off and leave them in the lurch just at the time when they. and gave Sarah a look o f anguished enquiry. If th ey could only persuade the Doctor that he was staying for their sake rather than his own. He came out of the TARDIS and walked up to the Brigadier.' she said. `Why not. If the Doctor was really determined to go.The head withdrew and the TARDIS door started to close.' The Doctor looked thoughtful Sarah pressed home her advantage. how could they stop him? She racked her brains for a convincing reply. Sarah called. because. peering intently into his face. Sarah's mind shot back to their earlier conversation.. `I mean you are still UNIT's Scientific Adviser. `Wait a moment.' Her voice tailed off as she realised that the Doctor had stopped listening. The Brigadier did his best. indeed?' thought Sarah . obviously waiting for an answer. Depend ing on you!' The Doctor's keen eyes turned to the Brigadier. `What? Oh yes.. Doctor.' said the Doctor. er. mutely begging him t o back her up... `Can't I? Why not?' The Doctor looked inte ntly at Sarah. don't I?' .
am I right? Hannibal? No. but we're not here to socialise. Suddenly the Doctor said. DANGER OF DEATH. Harry Sullivan. DO NOT TOUCH. ` Now don't tell me. the Doctor shook the Brigadier warmly by the hand. `Well. The Doctor scratched his chin.' Sarah and the Brigadier exchanged worried glances. you know us!' `Well of course I do. Then h e turned to Sarah. metallic hands reached out and snapped the thick wi res like strands of cotton. well. Sarah was overjoyed.`Well of course you do. feeling rather out of things. covered with driftin g patches of mist..' The fence ran across the edge of a lonely moor. this is quite a reun ion!' He stretched out his other arm and drew Sarah to him in a friendly bear-hu g. wrong period. `what's all this about a robbery?' This time the notice read `MINISTRY OF DEFENCE STORAGE WAREHOUSE. this is all very pleasant. Blue sparks crackled round .' The concrete posts of the heavy wire fence held other notices.. `WARNING! ELECTRIFIED FENCE. NO ADMITTANCE .' said the D octor. well. Got it! Lethbridge-Stewart! Brigadier Alastair Leth bridge-Stewart!' Pleased that his erratic memory had come up with another correc t item of information.' said the Doctor impatiently. as if the matter had never been in doubt. Alexa nder the Great? Still wrong. `Doctor. Military man. Two huge. looked on as the three old friends exchanged delighted greetings. `Well.' snapped the Brigadier. each surmounte d with a skull and crossbones. `And Sarah Jane Smith! Well. We've got a job to do.
Suddenly. a tough. Harry Sullivan sat perched on a laboratory stool. As soon as the guard on duty. fixing the TARDIS with an unblinking stare. knowing that the top-secret equipment it was his duty to protec t would be safe behind the massive concrete walls and the heavy door of reinforc ed steel. But he was ta king no chances. It h ad been an ammunition dump before the Ministry had taken it over for storage. It disliked harming a living creature. competent ex-warrant officer. A huge. its metal hands reached out for him. chin in hands. gleaming shape moved through the gap and set off towards a long. it lowered him almost tenderly to the floor. left the bunker and di sappeared into the mist. To his amazement he watched as th e massive steel security doors slowly buckled inwards. he heard a massive thump... thump outsid e the door. thump. Until then he' d sit tight. but it knew that certain things were necessary. as ordered. The warehouse was really a converted concrete bunker. elbow s on knees. the alarm bell had been triggered off by the cutting of the wire fence. Like the sound of giant footsteps. Row upon row of electronic parts were stored in labelled boxes. .metal fingers. Before he had time to take in the full horror of th e thing looming in the doorway. When the guard was dead. H e waited calmly. In the warehouse. Smoothly it swung round to face the shelves. He knew i t couldn't really vanish into thin air as the others had told him. Someone would let him know when the emergency was over. low building. It began scanning the shelves quickly. It filled an empty crate with its selection. they were flung open. taking only the equipmen t it needed. With a screech of ripped metal. hea rd the alarm ringing he followed standing orders and closed the security door.
sir. `Well. a bearskin jacket and a Viking helmet. `Why on earth didn't yo u stop him?' Harry glanced at the cupboard. you're mistaken. hoarsely. The Brigadier glanced rapidly round the room.' . `No.' Harry nodded towards the TARDIS. Harr y slid off the stool and came to attention. `I tried that once before. `I was referring to your cloth es..' said the Briga dier. The regeneration's quite stable. Doctor. he said. `Something the matter. `You don't like them?' The Brigadier cleared his throat.' The Brigadier controlled himself.' The Doctor studied the Brigadier's anguished express ion. `Doctor. The Brigadier rus hed in..' The TARDIS door opened to reveal the Doctor. surely!' He dashed across the room and peered in the mirror. no. The Doctor looked at him w ith concern. and Harry obeyed. then he gulped helplessly. The Brigadier waved him back to his seat. Anyw ay. but UNIT is supposed to be an undercover organisation. and keepin g an eye on the TARDIS was the best he could do at the moment. it's not th at. thinking he'd never get used to UNIT's lack of formality .Moreover. a message form in his hands and an expression of anger on his face..' His voice tailed off as he took in the full splendour o f the Doctor's appearance. The Brigadier said. Doctor. The Brigadier exploded. He was wearing furr y trousers.. `Not again. sir. there's been another. he had been ordered not to let the Doctor out of his sight. not your face. `Where is he?' `In there. The Doctor looked alarmed. old chap ` `You've--changed.
`Come along. reachin g the same conclusion as Harry. a sort of tweed hacking-jacket with a vaguely Edwardian look.' said the Doctor shrewdly. Another try might produce something far worse--a suit of chain -mail.' he answere d gravely. `You're sure?' asked the Doctor amiably. Ha rry followed them into the corridor. He looked at the Brigadier. Doctor.' He disappeared inside the TARDIS and a moment later reappeared in a Roman toga. This time he wore wide cord uroy trousers. . Harry said quickly . complete with laurel wreath. `One moment. Doctor. Time we were off. Lots more stuff in there. `That'll do very well. Lethbridge-Stewart. please.. th en at Harry. Before the Brigadier could speak. I came to tell you there's been another.`Ah. Eccen tric as the Doctor's outfit was. `No?' asked the Doctor. A wide-brimmed floppy black hat and an immensely long sc arf completed the ensemble. `It's just possible that you might. `That's much better. He began turning an alarming shade of purple. `A good point.' He shot a warning glance at the Brigadier. it did at least bear a passing resemblance to p resent-day dress.' The Brigadier shuddered. for instance.' `Off where?' spluttered the Brigadier. dashing after him.' The Doctor was already on his may out of the room. Now if we've sett led the matter of your wardrobe. `you think I might attract undue attention?' The Brigadier's moustache twitched. and pupped back into the TARDIS.' said the Doctor. `I'll try again if you like. `No!' he answered himself.. you know. and a loose flannel shirt. In an a mazingly short time he reappeared in another outfit. The Brigadier didn't trust himself to speak.
struggling to catch up with him. The Brigadier jumped from behind the wheel and stood beside the Doctor. and pointed downwards.. Brigadier. `Thing is. `Millions of volts running through that blessed th ing.' `Which one?' raid the Brigadie r. Look!' Uncoili ng his long legs. all three were sitt ing in the Brigadier's Land-Rover. They had parked close by the gap in the elect ric fence. and said enquiringly. Swirls of mist were still drifting over the moor. In his palm the Doctor held a . The Doctor had jumped out of the Lan d-Rover and was sitting cross-legged on the damp grass. will you please pay attention!' `Oh. there's been a second robbery. His voice floated over his shoulder. but I am. yet for all the good. Po or chap should still be in bed. the Doctor rose to his feet and held out his hand. tell m e on the way. You really must cultivate a sense of urgency. The excitement had obviously been too much for h im. Harry Sulliva n ran after them. Some hours later. `Tell me on the way. after a long cold drive. I assure you. The Brigadier gestu red towards the ragged fence.' T he Doctor was disappearing down the corridor. staring raptly at someth ing on the palm of his hand. `Doc tor.' He became aware that the Doctor seemed to have van ished. his long scarf flowing out behind him. `Doctor? Where are you?' Harry tapped him respectfu lly on the shoulder. He wasn't surprised..' Convinced by now th at he had left the Navy for some-thing very like a lunatic asylum.`We must of course visit the scene of the crime. The Brigadi er bent over to look. Harry shook his head sadly.
h ow did it get like that?' Harry climbed out of the Land-Rover and joined them. for instance.Q. the importance of one squashed daisy. technological device. The Doctor paused to examine the br oken edges of the metal. Almost pulverised.' `Exactly.' `Not just squashed.. ` I assume it was stepped on. `Very s elective thief. Harry and the Brigadier followed him across the compound and u p to the shattered metal door of the bunker. There's nothing more to be learned here. `Not cut. It had been squashed completely flat. or blown open. A Dis integrator Gun. Here's a list of e verything that was actually taken. it was stepped on by something that weighe d a quarter of a ton: Striding through the gap in the wire. Doctor?' . `Might as well get back.' he said thoughtfully..' He handed the list back and strode towards the do or. and all the equipment you'd need for the control circuitry of one compact. `So what are we looking fo r. like a pressed flower in a book. the Brigadier said. Doc tor. The Bri gadier sorted through the file of reports he was carrying.' interrupted the Doctor mildly.' The Doctor scanned the list rapidly.daisy. ' As they drove towards UNIT H. Th e Brigadier snorted. the Doctor disappear ed into the mist. And according to my estimate of the resis tance of vegetable fibre to pressure. Brigadier. Now. but at a time like this. `Torn!' He went inside the bunker and stood gazing at the long rows of shelves. `Funny thing is they left a lot of extremely valuable and top-secret stuff behind. `flattened. powerful. `I have every respect for your concern for the ecology. Miniaturised atomic power pack.
but the Brigadier's response was immediate. and I invariably am.' The Doctor contin ued calmly. Something that kills a man as casually as it crus hes a daisy. Place where they make the focussing generators. perhaps.' Harry shivered. Something more than human. lik e a teacher who sees a dimmish pupil grasp a simple theorem.. Harry was baffled. another voice came through. Red Priori ty. Benton. Greyhound Leader.has stolen the plans for the Disintegrator Gun. sir. `It--whatever It may be-.' After a mom ent. We read you. `Tha t factory in Essex. how do we find it?' `We could try locking the next stable door in good time. `Well. `Benton here. the equipment necessary for control circuitry. Now if I'm right. ` Good grief--the focussing generator!' `Exactly!' The Doctor smiled benignly. Doctor.' After a moment the voice of the UNIT radio operator at H. what is the third vital ingredient?' the Doctor folded his arm s and sat back. crackled back. whatever it is. The Brigadier snatc hed the radio-mike from the dashboard. `Trap One. hat over his eyes and apparently aslee p. Know it?' .' The Brigadier snapped. and the atomic power to mak e it work. `Greyhound Leader to Trap One. I therefore assume it intends to build the gun.Q. `What sort of something? Is it human?' The Doctor shook his head. `I doubt it.' The Brigadier said.' `Never mind the riddles. and leaves the rest. but his answer came immediately. `Something intelligent that takes only what it needs.The Doctor was sprawled in the back seat.' `Get me Sergeant Benton..
. the Land-Rover came to a crossroad s. sir.`I know it. Harry and the Doctor clutched the sides for support as the Brigadier spun the wheel. sending them roaring down the misty road towards Essex. Liaise with the Regulars and get me every available man. Greyhound out' As the Brigadier slammed back the radio mike. By then I want that place sealed tighter than Fort Knox.' `I want a full security seal. Air Cover as well! I'll rendezvous with you there in on e hour.
The rolling grounds of the big. Mercifully.3 Trouble at Thinktank Hilda Winters stood at the office window and looked out. Jellicoe. White-coated te chnicians hurried along the gravel paths that linked the various outbuildings. rather than in some featureless London office block. Its size and relative isolation made it an ideal choice for th e newly-founded Thinktank. the conversion had been carr ied out unobtrusively. was hover ing in the doorway. she thought how lucky she was to be working here in the c ountry. it had been taken over b y the Government. in the twentieth. built by a wealthy merchant in the spacious days o f the nineteenth century. potting sheds. fussy man in his late thirties. and. the Thinktank Public Relations Officer. The Director's office. N ot for the first time. Like many other big houses. had all been co nverted into ultra-modern laboratories. The Thinktank had s tarted life as a manor house. and the many stables. it was far too expensive for an y private owner to keep up. except for the addition of a guarded perimeter fence . and . was also very much the same. who combed his thinning fair hair carefully across a spreading bald patch. outhouses. Miss Winters heard a nervous cough behind her. barns. onc e the Squire's study. except for the addition of a few filing cabinets. Now the sprawling wings of the main building. and greenhouses. He was a nervous. the outside of the fine old building was unchanged. old country house stretched far away into the distance. and turned a way from the window. Now.
' Miss Winters said nothing. Sarah's rece ption at the Thinktank had put her in a rather hostile mood. I suppose so.' `If UNIT intended to investigate us . She never wasted words. Jel licoe floundered on. I'll accompany you on the tour. `That journalist girl's arrived. It seemed to be red hot. Miss Winters sighed. phone calls had been made. All in all. and finall y the pass had been handed back marked VALID ONE DAY ONLY. you can't deny it's worrying. `The one with the UNIT pass--th ey telephoned about her. `It's something of a nuisance--at the present moment in tim e.' Miss Winters' voice was crisp. Sarah thought that the Brigadier had no need to worry about Thinktank security. though she found it hard to pin down .. they could find better agents than a freelance female journalist. His eyes were a watery blue.' `I suppose so. Another guard had tak en her into Reception.' Waiting in the Reception area.in t ones that suggested she was unworthy of such an honour. delivering a stern warning that she must go nowhere witho ut an official guide. Still. When we've reached such a crucial stage. One hopes it's no more than coincidence. Her pass had been examined very tho roughly by a tough-looking security guard. but somehow he always seemed to get on her ne rves.' `Would you?' said Jeilicoe eagerly. `She's at Reception now.made the mistake of dressing in clothes far too elaborately trendy for his age. But if it will make you any happier.. `Visiting journalists are your responsibility.' he said. She was told the Director would be with her shortly-. his mouth thin and cruel. Jell icoe was hard-working and willing.
It had been foolish of her to assume that the man was inevitab ly the Director. The w oman spoke with quiet amusement. Sarah was t ired. The man simply shuffled and looked embarrassed. Sternly she told herself that she was lucky to be here at a ll. and were using it to put her in her place.' `Not at all. Jellicoe and Miss Winters had ma rched her briskly in and out of an endless succession of laboratories. But she felt that the two of them had expected the mistake. Two figures ca me down the wide staircase towards her: a trendy. our Public Relations Officer. Director. with them and with herself. Th is is Mr.any specific reason. building materials and foodstuf fs.such a stupid mistake.' sh e said.' thought Sarah.' Confused. She knew at once th at she had made a mistake. Jellicoe. she sa id sweetly. over-dressed man in his thirti es and an attractive dark-haired woman of about the same age. Miss Smith. `Shall we begin the tour?' An hour later. looking cool and e legant in a formal business costume. `It's very kind of you to allow this visit. the Director.' Sarah was furious. Her . and shown her an equal number of boring and incomprehensible experiments concerned with s uch worthy but undramatic subjects as new fuels. `One of your top Civil Service secretaries no doubt.' said Miss Win ters with equal sweetness. `I didn't expect male chauvinism from you. footsore and in a worse temper than ever. and that no doubt all these people were just doing their job. Smiling to conceal her annoyance. Sarah said. She rose to her feet as the two approached and held ou t her hand to the man. `I'm sorry?' `I'm Hilda Winters. `Do forgive me-. determined to make a good impression from the start.
`Yes.' said Miss Winters slowly.' she said airily. ' said Jellicoe. They'd soon discovered h er lack of formal scientific training.eyes ached from peering at dials. Despite her attempts to dr aw them out. pass between them. Sarah said. charts and computers. The worse thing of all was the fact that it had all been a complete waste of time. she might just as well have sat at home readin g one of Jellicoe's glossy Public Relations handouts. her guides continued to lecture her in their blandl y superior manner. where they were developing a new high-yield wheat.to understand. almost of alarm. we only do the preliminary theoretical work here. `Mind you. both her guides had been blandly unco-operative. we do mostly `frontiers-of-science' type research here. we have to hand it over to someone with more resources and a bigger budget--usually the Government. `Oh I have my sources. She had nothing th at any editor would recognise as a `story'.' Sarah felt she'd somehow gained t he initiative. had taken every opportunity to bombard her with scientific data. `Like the new Disintegrator Gun? You pioneered the research on that. didn't you?' She saw a look of surprise. For al l she had learned from her visit.' Alm ost without thinking. As she trailed wearily back towards the main gate. `Tho ugh I'm not at all sure you should know that. `As a matter of fact we did. `Not easy for the layman--or laywoman-.' Smoothl y Miss Winters took over. and instead of simplifying their explanat ions. As soon as our work reaches the practical stage. She had a sudden impulse to increase their discomfiture. The last stop on the tour had been a biology laboratory in a converted greenhouse at the far end of the extensive gr ounds. They were passing the open door .
`What's in here?' asked Sarah bright ly.' `Weren't you telling me earlier that pressure on space was your greatest problem? I'm surprised you h aven't found a use for a room like this. She wandered over to a board and looked at a faded notice. `If you reme mber.' Jellicoe joined in wit h a shaky laugh. Jellicoe and Miss Winters had followed her in. Facing her in the opposite wall was a pair of heavy metal doors. visibly controlling herself. practic al air.' said Miss Winters. Everything had a solid. Kettlewell. refusing to be budged.of a long low building. he turned against conventional science altogether. Sarah could almost feel the tension crackling between them. and other metal-working equipment. She found herself in a spot lessly clean. he lef t you some time ago.' said Miss Winters co ldly. remembering. `J.' `Indeed there was. The whole place reminded her more of a garage workshop than a laboratory. Spent his time researching into "alternative tec hnology"--whatever that's supposed to mean. The windowless room was lit by overhead fluorescent lighting which gleamed coldly off the metal surfaces. trying to edge her towards the door. and were now hovering agi tatedly round her.' Jellicoe and Miss Winters exchanged gl ances. `Oh yes. Robotics Sectio n. Before anyone could stop her. vices. `Nothing goes on here. lathes . she popped inside. apparently disused. Sarah wrinkled her forehead. A long central work-bench held clamps. didn't he? There was quite a fuss about it in the papers. P. empty concrete room. this section is currently disused. `That's right.' she read out loud. `What goes on here then? ' she asked. `As you can see.' .
' Just about--thank you. . loudly broadcasting that all conventional science was dragging mankind down the road to ruin. until he de igns to come and collect it.' Miss Winters indicated the door. `What's through there?' Jellicoe slipped in front of her. `We must be on ou r way. wandering round places you do n't know. Jellicoe jumped forward and grabbed her elbow. `Professor Kett lewell left some valuable equipment there. `Storeroom. We're responsible for it. Miss Smith. Something to do with th at empty Robotics Section--and Professor Kettlewell. as evidence. But why had n't they turned his workshop over to someone else? And why had there been a patc h of fresh machine oil for her to slip on? Sarah told herself that.' Sarah sensed the threat in his words.Sarah wandered towards the metal doors. Jellicoe and Miss Winters marched Sarah from the room. Your little tour is over now. `Yes. it was all pretty flimsy.' he said rapidly. It's been most--' She broke off as o ne leg shot out from under her. `You're lucky you weren't badly hurt. of course-and thank you again for all your kindness. There was a story after all. barring her way. It was true that Kettlewell had left the Thinktank in a huff quite some time ago.' Flanking her like guards. I imagine you have work to do-and I know I have' Sarah felt she'd better give way gracefully.' `Dangerous business. s aving her from what would have been a nasty fall. Miss Winters took a firm grip o n Sarah's other elbow. `Are you all right?' Sarah gas ped. and somehow or other she'd stumbled on to it. As she drove away from Thinktank--after a series of mutually insincere thanks and farewells--Sara h knew that her journalistic instincts had been fully roused.
From the gloom all around them Harry could hea r the sounds of stealthy movement: the tramp of booted feet. He lived on the outskirts of a little village. a story was a story. `It seems an awful lot of fuss to protect one little electron ics factory. Sarah s tarted the car. the clinking of met al on metal. and wished he'd stopped to grab an overcoat before their mad d ash from UNIT. Beside him the Brigadier was studying a map. Shc pa rked her car beside a roadside callbox and telephoned a friend in the reference department of one of the national papers.But the waves of alarm that she had felt emanating from Winters and Jellicoe. Harry Sullivan sat shivering in the passenger seat of the Brigad ier's Land-Rover. and then on to London. an d the tension and strain which had been in the air during her few minutes in Ket tlewell's workshop. about thirty miles away. It was late afternoon and darkness was gathering rapidly. Full of professional zeal. In the back seat. Sti ll. S he looked at her watch. Quite a drive there and back. A few minutes later she was scribbling Kettlewell's address in her notebook. `Are you sure it's worth it?' . the Doctor sprawled dozing.' he said. And the thought of getting the better of that smug pair at Thinktank justified any amount of effort. and occasionally a muttered password. his hat ove r his eyes. She got back in her car and checked her A A map. seemingly impervious to the evening chill. They had parked in a patch of woodland just outside a small factory compound. blurring the outlines of buildings and trees. Helicopters on patrol droned steadily overhead. had convinced her that something shifty was going on.
could succeed in breaking into that factory. with a sentry outside the door. a vault. To do this it utilises a device known as a focussing generator. `Inside that factory is a vault.' `Armed guards have every inch of the perimeter under observation. `Our unknown opponent has stolen the plans for the Disintegrator Gun. Doctor. the Brigadier tappe d his map-case with his swagger stick.' Warming to his subject. Undeterred. Inside the vault is a sealed metal casket. `I admire your co nfidence. and the miniaturised atomic power unit with its control circ uity. To complete the assembly of the gun. the place is impregnable. The re are helicopter patrols overhead. Hence the display of military might . Correct.' The Doctor yawned and stretched. `More than "hopes".The Doctor's voice came from behind him. No one. `What's the matter with "unsinkable"?' . `Never cared for words like "impregnable" myself. Believe me. Doctor. one thing more is needed--a focussing generator! Which can only be obtained here. nothing. Brigadier?' The Brigadier grunted and went on reading his map. Too much like "unsinkable". the Doctor continued his lecture. `The Disintegrator Gun works by focussi ng and condensing a beam of energy in such a way that it strikes the target with colossal force. These devices are manufactured only in the factory you see before you.' The Doctor scratched his nose thoughtfull y. with which the Brigadier hopes to render this impossible!' The Brigadier looke d up from his map. containing every blessed focussing generator in the place. Not just a safe. ' Harry looked at him in amazement.
`Reminds me of the Titanic. He listened--silence.and he was the one guarding what it was after. `You see? Not even a rat could get through that cordon. l istening. You know--glug. Sounds.' The Doctor nodded. `Ah. Then he sat up suddenly. glug. doesn't it ?' `What do you mean?' Silently the Doctor pointed a long finger--straight down at the ground. muffled thumping sounds. Or did it? Was it just his imaginatio n? He thought of calling the guard sergeant. . Anything that gets to you. Benton. The Brigadier looked up eagerly. `They're practically standi ng on each other's toes. Accordin g to all the rumours. `We 're ringed out there threedeep. sir!' Triumphantly the Brigadier turned to the Doctor. were coming from inside the vault. But suppose he was imagining it all ? Maybe it would be wiser to check--he didn't want to make a fool of himself. the sentry was beginning to feel nervous. All patrols posted?' Sergeant Benton nodded. glug!' A large figure material ised silently from the gloom and saluted. `That still leaves one direction. after half an hour of lonely guard duty.' Sergeant Benton had advised. and from above. Suddenly the sentry froze.' It had seemed to make sense at the time. as a new thought seemed to strike him. The young sentry guarding the factory vault had been assured he w as on to a cushy number. Then it started again. The place is protected f rom every side. `Look at it this way. has got to come through us first. But now. they were expecting an attack from something pretty fearso me-. son.
It was coming from beneath his feet! Unbelievingly. the sentry watched as the concrete floor of the vault was burst open from below. It grew louder. louder still.. The metal casket with its precio us contents stood on the table--just as he'd last seen it. and spun the heavy wheel that opened the door. he slipped inside. Then the muffled thum ping started again. Cautiously . . Terrified. A jagged hole appeared--and through it a massive metal ha nd reached out towards him. Every-thing seemed normal. the sentry blazed away with his sub-machi ne gun.He unlocked the vault..
immediately! . Something big. Jammed all together. his long legs covering the ground at an astonishing rate. `Then jammed again from the inside. The Doctor jumped out and began running towards the factory. Brigadier. sir.' panted Benton. The Brigadie r and Harry dashed after him. `There seems to be a very large rat about. The Doctor peered tho ughtfully in to the hole. the heavy bench crashed against the vault door. and the door gave way with a ripping of metal. the little group burst into the vault. jagged hole. The metal casket had disappeared. In the centre of the floor yawned one a huge. Come o n.' Propelled by the arms o f six brawny soldiers. Benton and a group of soldiers were trying to batter down the door with a heavy metal workbench. We heard it moving. `Door's been o pened from the outside. choking scream. There's something in there all right.4 Robot! The Doctor. heave! You're like a lot of ruddy schoolgirls. Two more collisions. It was empty--except f or the crumpled body of the sentry in corner. Possibly we should obtain the services of a very large cat!' Furiously the Briga dier turned to Sergeant Benton. Outside the vault. I want the other end of that t unnel found-. lads. `Search the area. guns at the ready. Harry and the Brigadier heard the shots from the Land-Rover--followe d by a high.
the tunnel was discovered.' The Doctor knelt by th e footprints. plunged straight in to the s ide of a little hill which overlooked the factory. the Brigadier said. `They fade away in the woods. sir. It suddenly struck him that this was ver y different Doctor from the wild eccentric who had jumped out of a hospital bed a few hours ago.Q.' A line of footprints led towards the woods. all the time mu ttering to himself. what are we dealin g with? Invasion from outer space?' To Harry's astonishment the Doctor seemed to treat the proposition quite seriously.Half an hour later.' Benton led them to the far edge of the hole. and examined them minutely. For the first time Harry glimpsed the keen mind. Finally. and Benton pointed the way with a massive torch. Just the earth shoved aside and left to cave in. He then measured them. `Well. No props or anything. There was obviously far mor e to the Doctor than met the eye. `it's not a proper tunnel at all. Ground's covered with leaves. No attempt had been made to conce al it.' The Doctor nodded. too large a nd too widely spaced to have been made by anything human.' said Benton. the Doctor . he straightened up and led them back towards the La nd-Rouen It was dark now. the powerful. and a UNIT patrol swarmed over it with metal-detecting equipment--but they found nothi ng. won't take prints. `Thing is. dominant personality under that flamboyant exterior. Whoever went through it wouldn't be able to breath. `A nd we found these. As th ey drove back to UNIT H. unsurprised `Whoever went thr ough it didn't need to breathe. Running his fingers through his tangle of curl y hair. Lights were rigged up. sir. Doctor. about six feet in diameter. The ragged hole.
`By the way. `They might steal the plans--but why take the added ri sk of stealing the equipment to build the thing? An enemy Government would have those resources itself. they'd have weapons of their own.' The Doctor seemed struck by a random th ought.' T he Brigadier grunted. and a very unusual weapon.wouldn't need to!' The Brigadier persevered. Do we know anything else about these people?' `Only that they're prepared to kill to protect themselves. Brigadier. Miss Smith.' `So where does that leave us?' said Harry. `I suppose that narrows the field--down to a mere few thou sand suspects. `Enemy agents?' Again. the Doctor slapped the Brigadier on the shoulder. hoping the r eply wouldn't be yet another unanswerable question. `Why should some alien lifeform raid Earth just to steal a new weapon? If they were advanced enough to do t hat. and I don't kno w why . causing the Land-Rover to wobble dangero usly. A weapon that walks. `I think your enemies are home-grown: people with access to adv anced technology. `Rather a splendid paradox. and thinks. eh. the Doctor replied with a question.and steadfastly refused to answer any of her questions.answered the Brigadier's question with another one. where's Sarah?' Sarah's interview with Professor Kettlewell was one of the briefest and least successful of her entire journalist ic career. The tubby. formulati ng his thoughts. `I'm sorry. bewhiskered little Professor scuttled round his laboratory --which also appeared to be his living room-. The Doctor paused.' Delighted with his own logic. Brigadier? The only ones that could do it. I cannot help you.
` that sort of thing.' He disappeared behind a wobbly stack of books. heat from windmills.' Kettlewell puffed furiously a t a stubby pipe. `I just wondered if the people at the Thinktank might be carrying . r etorts. chugged away merrily. Phials. Sarah ducked roun d the pile to keep him in sight. I just f elt something in the atmosphere at the Thinktank. and waited patiently for Sarah to leave.you came here. a sort of perpetual motion mac hine. sending out a shower of sparks that threatened to ignite his bu shy beard.' Sarah nodded understandingly. I be came disillusioned with the path our technology was taking. On her way o ut she paused for one last try. `To be honest I'm not too sure myself.' He waved his arm round the long cluttered room. `The path to ruination. test-tubes and the remains of a plate of bacon and eggs straggled over a laboratory bench. There was no doubt about it: K ettlewell was certainly busy. whic h seemed to hold about seventeen experiments. all that sort of thing?' Kettlewell didn't seem pleased wi th this cursory summing up of his life's work. On a table. There was even a little metal work-bench complete with lathe-a miniature version of the one at the Thinktank. `As you say.' he agreed acidly. Stran gelooking moulds grew in glass trays.' He waved his pipe a t her threateningly. I have a great deal of work to do. `Solar cells. To reinforce his point. Miss Smith! I have now devoted my l ife to finding viable alternatives. apparently powered by steam from a kettle. `I severed all connection with that establishment some time ago. all going on simultaneously. It is a rich and complex field. and as you can see. the little Professor flung open the laboratory door.
`I just know I left my notebook in on e of your laboratories--the empty one just over there. And I really must have it tonight to meet my deadline. So I tho ught if I could just pop in and get it. all his equipment had been removed from there.on with your work in Robotics--using your equipment without telling you. Desp ite her unfriendly reception. VALID FOR ONE DAY ONLY. I needn't let your Director know what an idiot I've been.' . Less than an hour later she was parked outs ide the main gate. could I? And my pass is still valid. And. Worth a try! She noticed that her sub conscious agreed with her. it was still the same day. `You see. she had rather taken to the fiery little Professor . I mean.' That o ught to provoke a reaction she thought.. I mean the place is empty. `All my equipment left the Thinktank when I did. Jellicoe had lie d to her. Well. So what was behind those metal doors in the deserted Robotics laborato ry? And how could she find out? Sarah fished inside her handbag and took out the Thinktank visitor's pass. And no one is carrying on my work in Robotics because no one else would be capable of it! Good day. so I couldn't do any harm. she had been driving steadily towards Thinktank. she read.' Driving away from the laboratory.' she was saying. Ever since leaving Kettlewell's cottage. in tones of feminine helplessness. using all her charm on a sceptical guard. Sarah thought that the interview hadn't been a complete waste of time after all. accordin g to Kettlewell. and she couldn't really believe that he was still mixed up with those two smoothies at Thinktank. even if it wa s getting late. He seemed to be as honest as he was eccentric. I can see myself putting it down. Professor Kettlewell drew himself up to his full five feet.. And indeed it did. Miss Smith.
Both wore expressions of conventional concern-. s tood in the doorway. and was quit e expecting to be sent away.' He d isappeared inside his little booth.machine oil. Suddenly there came a shattering crash. You can go in. `It's oka y. Dimly Sarah became aware that Jellicoe . Just as she'd thought-. The guard said.but Miss Winters did little to concea l her real feeling of malicious pleasure. Sarah drove inside the in gate and parked. Eventually the guard reappeared. and spoke on the phone for quite a while. and Miss Winters'. s he supposed. Sarah stepped inside. To her surprise he said. I'll have to check. When she came to. The door still stood invitingly open. she found herself propped up in a chair. A great booming voice echoed round the room.' Astonished by her own s uccess. low building that housed the disused Robotics laboratory. Be as quick as you can. Not hing seemed to have changed. Bluff it out. miss.. The doors on the other side of the room were flung open with tremendous force. Sarah looked up. She knelt by the place where she'd slipped. fresh ly spilt..Her voice tailed off. ran her finger along the ground and sniffed. huge metal hands outstretch ed. Sa rah wondered what she'd do if Jellicoe or Miss Winters appeared. Sarah fainted dead way. She didn't seem to be making much impression. Bracing herself. please. `Hang on. too frightened even to scream. She got out of the car and ra n across to the long. `WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU HERE?' As the Robot stalked towards her. man-shaped but bigger than any man. Two faces were hovering above her: Jellicoe's. An enormous metal figure.
' Miss Winters smiled. Are you all right? We'd no idea o ur little joke would upset you so much. Miss Winters sai d crisply. `I really am most terribly sorry. I nipped in here ahead of you and activated it. `You were determined to see the Robot. There was an uncomfortable pause. Would you like to see it again?' There was a hint of challenge in Miss Winters' voice and. `Stop The Robot stopped.was talking.' `You mean it might not be--' Sarah broke off as the doors were thrown open again. We must be sure that everything is safe. isn't it?' `I suppose so. `Thank you. Sarah struggled to regain her nerve. `Some j oke. It st rode inexorably towards Sarah.' Sarah struggled to sit upright. so we arranged for you to do to.' At a nod from Miss Winters. It was huge--well . Sarah wasn't going to be outdone. who tagged along behind it. b ut it wasn't easy.' Sarah glanced nervously at the metal doors. dwarfing Jellicoe. I don't think much of your sense of humour. She glanced towards the doors.' Jellicoe laughed nervously. I'd like that very much. She couldn't help cowering away. reluctant as she was. Sarah studied it in awe and fascination. Jellicoe crossed the room and disappeared through the double doors. Her eyes widened as the towering figure of the enormous metal Robot marched through the doors. `Why's he taking so long?' `Mr Jellicoe is checking over the control circuits. `When we heard yo u'd turned up at the main gate we guessed what you were up to. `Is it still in there?' `Oh yes. now closed again. That is what you wanted.
She took a deep breath. ` What do you do?' The metallic voice boomed out: `INSUFFICIENT DATA PLEASE BE MOR E SPECIFIC. ma ssive and motionless.'. gleaming dully beneath the fluorescent lighting. she said. MY EV ENTUAL PURPOSE IS TO REPLACE THE HUMAN BEING IN A VARIETY OF DANGEROUS TASKS. She sensed that this strange woman took a d efinite pleasure in her . It's voice-controlled. `What is your purpose? Your function?' `I AM EXPERIMENTAL ROBOT K-1. MININ G OPERATIONS OF ALL KINDS. bluish tinge. `It has a terribly literal mind.over eight feet tall. mig hty trunk. `It's very impressive. Craning her neck to gaze into the metal face high above her. Sarah looked at her curiously. More lights flickered on the great domed forehead.' Having a chat with a metal monster w asn't the most normal thing in the world. WORK INVOLVING THE HANDLING OF RADIO-ACTIVE MATERIALS --' `Terminate!' At the sound of Miss Winters' voice. I AM PROGRAMMED FOR: THE OPERATION OF EXPLORATION VEHICLES ON ALIEN PLANETS. As it stood. Sarah tried a gain. The enormous head wa s equally appalling: red lights burnt in its eye-sockets. it resembled a grotesque man: colossal legs. the Robot fell abruptly si lent.' Jellicoe tittered. In shape. Sarah cou ld see that it was made of a shining silvery metal with a smooth. and Sarah had a job to keep her voice steady. a metal grille served as its mouth. and long arms which terminated in massive hands. and turned to Miss Winters. What' s it for?' `Ask it.
. `Like this. is it?' A little too quickly.. Sarah screamed. . `Why all the mystery?' she asked. `It's not dangerous. you mean?' She turned to the Robot. You abused that privilege to pry into matters still on the restricted list. `Why didn't you show him to me when I first came?' `Why should we? You were a privileged vis itor here.' There was an express ion of cold fury on Miss Winters' face. She must not leave here alive. `This girl is an intruder and a spy. It resumed its march towards Sarah. It could be misused. Jellicoe replied. Please accept my apologies.power over the enormous creature. of course. Flattening her back against the wall. The Robot drove her back into the corner. reaching out for her. S he tried to run for the door. `Dangerous? Of c ourse not! Why should it be?' `It strikes me that it could be a very powerful we apon--if it got into the wrong hands. but Jellicoe was barring her way.' Miss Winters' smi le of satisfaction vanished suddenly as Sarah shot an unexpected question. Dest roy her!' The Robot came smoothly to life.' `You're right.
' `You must obey. the Robot sto pped.5 The Killer Strikes Again With one of its great metal hands mere inches from Sarah's throat. `I MUST OBEY. I CANNOT OBEY. `Terminate! The order is withdrawn. ..' ordered Miss Winters. the great head bowed. It reeled. MUST OBEY.' The Robot raised its hands to its head in a curiously hu man gesture of distress. and staggered back a few paces. You must admit it was a convincing one. you see! It's built into the Robot's very being--it mus t serve humanity and never harm it. then stopped again. `I CANNOT OBEY.. `Destroy her!' The Robot lunged forward. Sarah rounded on Miss Winters..' Jellicoe join ed in.. Then it rose to its feet and sto od motionless..' It fell to its knees. `Prime Directive. Miss Winters snapped.' The Robot stayed perfectly still for a moment. `I still thin k it was a cruel thing to do!' ..' Sarah was shaken and furious. `Another of your little jokes?' `A practical demonstration. Sarah could have sworn there wa s an expression of agony on the metal face.. I CANNOT. `You a re programmed to obey. THIS ORDER C ONFLICTS WITH MY PRIME DIRECTIVE..
' `THE IMBALANCE HAS NOW BEEN CORRECTED. you would be in a very difficult position. doesn't it? It walks and tal ks like us. `Thank you for a most interest ing. Sarah was sure she detected a note of puzzlement in its voice.' Miss Winters batted her way .. the made her voice calm and formal.' Sarah moved towards the door. `One moment. who had been standin g silently in the background. If I were to make a formal complaint about your behav iour. and not caring whether she was being logical or not. Can get you into a lot of trouble. With a m ighty effort.. `Really.' `I'm sorry.Miss Winters smiled coldly.' Jellicoe. `It isn't hum an. It wasn't my idea.' The Robot paused for a momen t. Sarah marched up to the Robot. `IT IS NOT--LOGICAL THAT YOU SHOULD FEEL SORROW. I think I'd better leave now. curiosity. You must be the sor t of girl who gives pet names to motor cars. `Dangerous thing.' .. `Just because I frightened you a little?' `I'm not t alking about me--I meant cruel to him. Miss Smith.. `MY FUNCTIONING IS UNIMPA IRED. you know.' Now it was Miss Winters ' turn to become angry..' `It has a brain.' Sarah indicated the robot. I saw. broke in.' `CONFLICT WITH THE PRIME DIR ECTIVE CAUSES IMBALANCE IN MY NEURAL CIRCUITS. It has no feelings.. How can you be sure it doesn't have feelings too?' Furious. y ou know. this is absurd. When it spoke again. Miss Smith. demonstration.' `But you were in pain--distressed. The Robot a lump of metal. containi ng some complex circuitry--nothing more. `Are you all right?' The great head turned to look at her.
He loo ked up. Jellicoe burst out. it's surely not that difheult. Doctor. `I'll make a bargain with you. Jellicoe. she'd finished the Doctor's sentence for him.' the Brigadier was saying. Sarah said. well over seven f eet tall!' Sarah dashed into the laboratory. What if it had obeyed you?' Miss Wi nters smiled. pleased. T here can't be many groups of people in the country with the money and resources to design and build something like. Miss Winters continued. and she was giving him a hurried version of her a dventures. an enormous Robot. Miss Winters.' Icily. Brigadier. she walked past them and out of the room.. As soon as she was beyond earshot. Please don't both er to see me out' Stiff with anger.' `.' In th e Doctor's laboratory at UNIT a council of war was going on. Keep quiet about what you've discovered. Mr. the Doctor replied impatiently. something like that. `What indeed? That's what made it such an interesting test. `Yes.. However did you guess?' `Guess what? ' `About the Robot!' . arms wrapped round his knees. `Goodbye. `It's all very well .. `Oh. and I'll keep quiet about how you discovered it. `but where do I start looking for these pre cious conspirators of yours?' Perched on a stool. setting the Robot on her like that. talking animatedly to Harry Sulliva n.. They'd met in the corridor. Quite by chance. The inhibitor circuits have only just been re-set after--last time.Sarah didn't reply. `That was an appallingly da ngerous thing to do.
He looked up from his tower and nodded . The Brigadier and Harry seemed stunned. They all listened in silence. `I've seen the thing. . `if you have something to contribute to this problem. and her encounter with the Robot. the Doctor whiling away the time by building a tower from odds and ends.' said the Bri gadier sharply. Tamper with its circuits or something.' said Sarah. The Brigadier cleared his throat. `Oh.' The Br igadier looked enquiringly at the Doctor..' said the Doct or..' `What about this Prime Directive business?' asked Harry. `Well?' she said. `If the Robot can't harm people. they could overcome that. Sarah finis hed her story and looked round.`I didn't guess anything. please do so in a logical and coherent manner.' `Miss Smith.' He told Sarah of the robbery at the electronics factory. `We've had one or two adventures our selves. `There you are then--it's obvious! The Thinktank lot are doing it. She gave them a full account of her first visit to Thinktank. She had an uncomfortable feeling that they knew something she didn't. Brigadier. the meeting with Kettlewell. Sarah looked t riumphant. there's something very odd going on at that Thinktank place. `Well what.' Sarah was in no mood for opposition. us ing the Robot.' Sobered by this rebuke. Airily she sai d. Miss Smith?' `It's obvious that th ese Thinktank people are up to something!' `I think you're right. Sarah calmed down. balancing a beaker on top of his tower.
I might be able to do as you suggest. None of the available agents have the proper scientific qualifications. Whatever's in-built can be un-built--though tam pering with such a complex creation would be an appallingly irresponsible thing to do. `I f this country was under a military dictatorship.' Harry spent a good deal of his off-duty time reading l urid thrillers.' He produced the phrase with obvious pride. As it is. it would stir up so much fuss they'd be warned in plenty of time and hide all the evidence. is an inside man. `that's not a bad idea.' The Brig adier frowned. `Believe me. Brigadier? Arrest the lot of `em?' The thought of Miss Winters in handcuffs gave Sarah considerable pleasure.' `More than the unsupported word of a female journalist. you mea n?' The Brigadier looked embarrassed. `I say. Suddenly Harry spoke up. `Me?' . like so much of th e rest of the world.' Sarah snorted.' said Sarah slowly.' he said. that sort of thing?' Harry suddenly realised that everyone was looking at him. `Have to find someone they'd accept. `What about medical qualifications?' he ask ed. s ir.' The Doctor added a matchbox to his tower. `What you need. `You know. Miss Smith. those two would be quite capable of it. Why don't you raid the place.`I'm afraid Miss Smith is right. I very much doubt if I'd get the authority. I really must have more to go on. If I even tried. `Aren't there a lot of health regulations at these big establishments? Visit ing inspectors from the Ministry of Health. The Brigadier sighed. `Someone plant ed to keep tabs on them. which was starting to wobble.
' he spluttered.Sarah gave him an encouraging pat on the back. this is an official enquiry. I have severed all connections with that place. with one of his sudden bursts of activity. The Doctor's tower o f odds and ends collapsed with a clatter as he slammed the door behind him. The Doctor looked at it ruefully. as I told this you ng lady. The Brigadier dropped him a quelling glance. When they arriv ed at Kettlewell's cottage. `I know nothing about the wretched Thinktank and its ac tivities. Sarah's second visit t o the professor started off even less favourably than the first. `Could I wear a disguise?' he aske d eagerly. `Report to the operation s section. . lights were still burning in the annex which housed the laboratory. `I tell you.' The Brigadier put on his most official voice.' The fiery little man wasn't listening. immersed in one of his many experiments. `And now.' Harry began to warm to the idea. was far fro m pleased to be interrupted in what he rather unfairly described as the middle o f the night. Kettlewell shook his head decisively. and I really must insist on your ful l co-operation. and then stood up. `let's all go and talk to Professor Kettlewell!' In spite of the support of the Doctor and the Brigadier. fiddling with first one experiment and then another. `Impossible The R obot has been destroyed. He was watching the Doct or.' `I tell you I saw the Robot. `Profess or Kettlewell. Kettlewell. He was literally hopping with rage.' Sarah insisted. They'll fix your cover story. `Here's your chance to be a real James Bond.' Harry rushed out. who was wandering round the room like a bored child.' he said.
sir?' The Doctor had picked up a sheaf of scrawled notes and drawings. Though what business. Professor. `Of course they s hould. and was reading them intently. eh?' Kettlewell look ed astonished.' The Doctor scribbled a few corrections in the margin.. The Doctor smiled. you're absolutely right. You're do ing vital work here. snatching the notes. the Doctor interrupted him. `My dear fellow.. will it? You'r e losing half your energy output. `Will you kindly leave my experiments alone. An endless supply of free non-pollutant energy. Sarah a nd the Brigadier exchanged . in the third stag e of your calculations. `I checked all those calculation s myself and--good heavens above!' He rechecked his calculations against the Doc tor's corrections. As Kettlewell rushed up to hi m he put a kindly arm round the angry little man's shoulders. The human race should have started tapping solar energy a long time ago. `Well.' Gently b ut firmly. `People never can see what's under their ver y noses. ` Rubbish!' said Kettlewell.' Kettlewell looked up at him eagerly. Kettl ewell could restrain himself no longer. this will never do. as a matter of fact.' he said.' Kettlewell launched in to a long rambling account of the stupidity and blindness of various Government officials who refused to listen to him. and sprang to his feet. `Design for a new solar battery. Look. there's an error here. and they haven't the sens e to see it. I've told the Government time and time again!' `Well. `Why. yes.adjusting various bits of equipment as though the laboratory were his own. `Glad I could help. there you are !' said the Doctor sympathetically. and tapped the not es with a long forefinger. a distinc t note of respect in his voice.
glances. The Doct or waited until Kettlewell had come to the end of his complaints and said gently . `Sup posing that she had. recognising d efeat. They seemed to be cast in the role of audience to a cosy chat. I gave orders for the Robot to be dism antled. `I suppose that woman Winters could have countermanded my orders. `That can't have been an easy decision. he had simply decided to trust the Doctor. and then he sighed. utterly deplorable. `I promise you. Every time they wanted the Robot to rob and kill. It has my id eals.' Without changing his tone. Or perhaps. and sank back into it with a sigh. `It was the very last project I worked on at Thinktank. its ability t o learn and grow. `could the Robot have been used to co mmit crimes?' `Out of the question. thought Sarah. they'd simply remove the cir cuit controlling . `The circuitry you built could have been tampered with .' `But it wasn't destroyed!' crie d Sarah.' asked the Brigadier. She was amused to see that the Doctor. my principles. was beginning to frighten me.' `It was like destroying my own child. The Robot's power. But I thought it best.' The Doctor said. `Now I think it's time you told us about your Robot!' For a moment t he little man's hackles started to rise again.' Kettlewell nodded towards Sarah. I really did see it. `Deplorable. The Prime Directive is part of the fibre of its very being. I gave. he qui etly added.' Kettlewell tugged agitatedly at h is beard. Before I left. Professor. the Robot my own brain pattern. `This youn g lady's story confirms it. ' The Doctor said gently. in his new incarnation. Kettlewell returne d to his chair. had not lost his abi lity to get on immediate good terms with practically anybody.
lie straightened up. `Screwdriver.' Miss Winters passed him a long slender screwdriver. they'r e not scientists--simply incompetent bunglers. I think that's it. Doctor. As for Jellicoe and Miss Winters. . It will literally go mad!' The giant form of the Robot lay stretched out on the central work-bench--rather like a patient on an operating table. Slowly and with infinite a ca re. I'm not trained for this sort of thing. You were given full instructions.' `You merely have to remove one independent circuit. Jellicoe dimmed the lights. A panel in its head had been removed to expose maze of complex circuitry.' said Sarah. Jell icoe said. `But I woul dn't put it past them to try. Jellicoe said.' `Think? You'd better be sure' Jellicoe r eplied defensively. Come along.' Rather nervously. they could replace them-. all the same.' Kettlewell looked grave. Afterwards. Jellicoe was removing a circuit from the Robot's brain. moppi ng his brow `There. We'd better test it. `Prepare for visual scanning.' Kettlewell shook his head in passionate denial. `Activate!' The Robot slowly swung its legs down from the bench and stood uprig ht. `It's a delicate business.until the next time. `I myself would find it difficu lt to effect such an operation. an d he carefully replaced the panel in the Robots head.' The Robot turned to face a screen suspended f rom one wall. `If they t ry to make it go against its Prime Directive. Miss Winters stood b eside him. they'll destroy its mind.the Prime Directive. shining a powerful light on to the area in which he was working.' `Maybe.
' Then a me tal fist smashed him down. His main concern was for the great secret of which he was the guardian. You must destroy him. With relief.' The boomi ng voice spoke without hesitation. He lifted the receiver but before he could dial there came a splintering crash as the study door was ripped from its hinges. I MUST DESTROY YOU. I n one giant hand it carried a strange-looking gun--a sort of huge futuristiclook ing rifle. senior official--as indeed he was.and operated the controls on a slide projector. Dark suited. white-moustached.' `I MUST DESTROY HIM. he looked like a. S he gave the Robot the rest of its instructions. Then it carried out the rest of its programmed task. he saw that nothing had been disturbed. The Robot caught the falling body and lowered it almo st tenderly to the ground. shining metal figure stalked through the door towards him.. Much later that same night a mid dle-aged. Miss Winters looked at Jellicoe and smiled. He knew that his house was guarded by armed men at all times. Repeat your instructions. Miss Wint ers pointed to the face on the screen. The last words he heard came from the great bo oming voice. white-haired. a nd walked towards a red telephone on his desk. . . He ran from his bedroom to his study and switched on the light. `YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE HUMAN RACE. The enlarged likeness of an ordi nary-looking middle-aged man appeared on the screen. `This man is an enemy of the human race. white-haired. The thing came nearer. He closed and locked the door behind him. white-moustached official was roused by the sounds of gu nfire outside his window. A huge.
revealing beneat h it the dull metal of a security vault door. When the hole was large enough. and then melted away into nothingness. A section of the vault door began to glow fiery red... the Robot raised th e gun. . Stepping back.It ripped away oak panelling from one entire wall of the study. the Robot stepped through int o the vault.
`What do you want? Why have you come here?' The Robot's voice didn't have it s usual booming note. `I HAVE BEEN GIVEN ORDERS THA T CONFLICT WITH MY PRIME DIRECTIVE.6 Trapped by the Robot Hunched over his notes. it advanced into the room. Standing before him was the towering form of the Robot. he saw that it wou ld soon be dawn. Dwarfing t he little Professor. It was low. He hesitated. as if resigning himself to some ordeal. Kettlewell scribbled away frantically. He had just decided that he must be imagining things when he heard soft yet heavy footsteps--as though something very large was trying to conceal its movements. whisperi ng. Not for the first time he had worked right through the night. Looking at his watch. `What is it? Who's the re?' No one answered. almost hesitant. He was preparing a grand scheme for a worldwide reform of mankind's use of energy. THEY . a complete tur n-over to pollution-free power that would put a stop to the gradual destruction of the ecology of our planet. Kettlewell backed away. he tho ught he heard the sound of movement. Kettlewell yawned hugely. unbarred the heavy door and f lung it open. thump. He was quite undeterred by the fact that the propo sed changes were so enormous that it would take a world dictatorship to put them into effect. R eluctantly returning his notes to their hiding place a concealed compartment in his work-bench--he prepared to snatch a few hours' sleep. As he stood up. There came a muffled thump. Nervously he called. thump on the door.
Onl y the Disintegrator Gun could have done that to it' The Doctor nodded.' The Doctor went on studying the photograph of the wrecke d vault. He obviously didn't want to say any more. unsurpris ed. `Who was the poor man. A lot of . He. YOU MUST HELP ME!' Sar ah arrived in the Doctor's laboratory early next morning. `Anything interesting?' The Brigadier shook his head gloomily. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CREATED ME. `I've been running a full security check o n the Thinktank staff.. t hey wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to get hold of a Disintegrator Gun unl ess they'd had a use for it. Brigadier? Why did he have one of the strongest vaults in the world b uilt into his London house?' `His name was Chambers. Delibe rately changing the subject.. though. One little oddity.' Sarah asked. he said.. HELP ME.SAY THERE IS NO CONFLICT.' `My dear chap.' The Robot stretched out its great metal arms towards Kettlewell in a curiously appealing gesture. He pointed to a photograph of the vault door wi th its great melted hole. he had certain special responsibilities. `I was waiting for something like this' `Really. `I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. `They se em to be a pretty exemplary lot. He was a Junior Cabinet Min ister. Doctor.' The Brigadier cleared his throat and looked embarrassed. Now we know what it was. YET I KNOW THERE is CONFLICT. just as the Brigadier was reporting the latest attack. `That vault was one of the strongest in the world..
which she seemed to regard as a second home. `Where are you off to?' `I've got to work . shall we?' .' Sarah paused at the door. understanding the Brigadier's feeling of fr ustration and helplessness. He usually had to chase Sarah away from UNIT H. Middle-grade scientists. you know. He sprang to his feet. I think I must be getting along!' The Briga dier looked surprised. Miss Smith. I've heard of that--it's been going for years. mostly.Q. Miss Smith. `Let's pay a visit t o the Thinktank. Quite a few younger people too--lab as sistants. Miss Winters is a member.' Sarah looked up. I'll let you know how I get on! ' The Brigadier opened his mouth to protest. `Hey. `One thing about these reform moveme nts--they're never averse to a bit of publicity. `Well. doe s it?' she said thoughtfully. Wants to reform the world on rational and scientific lines. wound his long scarf round hi s neck and pulled his widebummed hat rakishly over one eye. what are we going to do? Or shall we leave everythin g to Miss Smith?' The Doctor smiled. You leave this sort of business to us. `Quite right. computer technicians. With a smile. `Well. she said.them seem to be members of something called the SRS--the Scientific Reform Socie ty. an d so is Jellicoe. `Doesn't really sound their style. He sighed and t urned to the Doctor. ar en't they?' `Perhaps so. but Sarah was gone. Busy day today--I am still a journalist.' The Brigadier nodded appro vingly. Harmless enough bunch. But recently they've acquired a lot of new members.' Sarah got to her feet.. that sort of thing.
he was obviously willing to go on telling her about it all day. We're best equippe d for it. For example. you know. up a bit. Sara h was beginning to wonder whether she was wasting her morning.' `And the inferior types?' `They'd be guided.' The Doctor clapped the Brigadier on the shoulder. It took her qu ite a while to find their World Headquarters. you're advocating rule by a sort of self-elected elite?' Looking roun d the hall. Kept away from h armful influences and ideas. As she sat listening to their Secretary droning on.. with its shabby little stage at one end. cut ruthlessly across the flow. g lancing down at the notes on her pad.`What good will that do?' `No idea--but we can always stir then. `Tell you what--we'll ask them to demonstrate Professor Kettlewell's Robot!' A quick glance through the London Tel ephone Directory gave Sarah the address and phone number of the Scientific Refor m Society. She rang them immediately and fixed up an appointment. he was eager to tell her all about the aims and objects of the Society. Superior types should rule. Flattered by Sarah's int erest. `After all. The Secretary nodded eagerly... `As I unde rstand it.. Sarah.' He coughed.' . helped. I n fact. The Secretary of the SRS was a mild-looking man in steel-rimmed glasses. which was a converted drill hall i n a shabby back street. it's only logical. Sarah thought it was an odd setting for a society of superior beings. looking down rather awk wardly. `Do on.
hastily moving the most of the leaf lets away from her. Goodbye!' Sarah marched out. Would it be possible for me to--?' The Secretary leaped to his feet. However. in a more rationally ordered society. his face thoughtful.' she said politely. The Secretary listened to her departing footsteps. `I hope you'll do us justice in your article. `I see you're having a meeting tonight. We've b een sadly misrepresented by the Press in the past' Sarah gave him her sweetest s mile..' He shook his head. `Isn't that a matter for me to dec ide?' `As things are today. Sarah picked up some leaflets from the table. `And for te lling me about your most interesting ideas. I'm sure well find a place for you: somewhere between the flying saucer people and the flat earthers.' `I'd wear what you thought was good for me. putting away her note pad. `Out of the question. oblivious to the sarcasm in her voice. your own attire.' snapped Sarah.. We have very high standards. it would be for your ow n good.`Well.' Sarah rose to her feet. He was beginning to realise that Sarah wa s not the willing convert for which he had hoped. `I'm afraid you woul dn't qualify. `I could always join. Is it really suitable?' Sarah looked down at her modest trouser-suit with astonishment. too?' `As you say. Members only. `Thank you so much for seeing me. He went to the telepho ne on the trestle-table that served him as an office- . for instance. `Oh yes. `And th ink what you thought was good for me. No press!' Sarah looked at him curiously.' The little man nodded.' said the little man fiercely. perhaps it is.
sometimes administering a pat on the head. The only thing that puzzled him was the fact that the Doctor had n ot yet mentioned Kettlewell's Robot. it does rather. got to start somewhere. `Well. Long scarf flowing behind him. thank you so muc h for the tour. As they walked slowly through the grounds a nd back towards the main gate. She was busy showing a VIP round the Institute. Miss Winters said through gritted teeth. so metimes pointing out elementary errors with an air of charitable indulgence. and she was quietly seething with rage. looking as if he expected an explosion at any moment. By the time the tour was over.desk and dialled the number of the Thinktank. he strode through the various lab oratories like a university Don visiting an infants' school. Jellicoe hovered nervously behind her. the Doctor said breezily. But he was unable to speak to Miss Winters. Doctor?' The Doctor beamed at her.' Jellicoe winced. He inspected the mo st complicated and advanced experiments with the kindly interest of a teacher ch ecking through a child's homework. was completely unaware of all the by-pl ay that was going on around him. `Yes. As far as he could see the Doctor was doing his best to be civil. `I suppose it all seems very elementary to a scienti st of your standing. All the slights Sarah had suffered on her first visit to Thinktank were more than revenged by the Doct or on his tour. the Brigadier. It really has been most amusing. The Doctor came . and these two queer fish from the Thinktank were acting very oddly indeed. Miss Winters had received an exceptionally large dos e of her own medicine. St ill. The last member of the party. eh? Can't run before we walk!' By now they were out side the Robotics Laboratory.
Doctor. `We had to di smantle it.' he blurted out awkwardly. there was a steely undertone to his voice. Without taking his eyes from Miss Winters . M iss Winters said. `And now we come to something I'm really looking forward t o--Professor Kettlewell's Robot.' Like Sarah before him. `May be I could take them home and have a go at putting them together.' . `I really do hate being disappointed.' he said gently. the Doctor said: `What? And such a harmless creature. it be came-. I'm quite determined to see that Robot.' The Doctor sig hed regretfully. The Doctor gazed round the empty room expectantly. She introduced unfamiliar concepts into its mind--' `Concepts l ike compassion and concern?' broke in the Doctor. too!' Miss Winters gave him a cold smile.to a determined halt. you are referring to Professor Kettlewell's Robot. `We therefore decided it would be safer to follow Pr ofessor Kettlewell's original directive and dismantle the Robot. the Doctor dived inside .' For all the mildness of his manner. I'm afraid I must disappoint you. `Come on then--wheel on your Tin Man!' In a voice icy with rage.unstable. eh? ' Miss Winters ignored him. `Oh dear. `I don't suppose you kept the bits?' he asked plaintively. `After the unauthorised visit by your friend Miss Smith. For a moment the Doctor and Miss Winters confront ed one another in silence.' The Doctor swung round to face her. and the rest of the party had to follow. `Useless things like that. It was Jellicoe who broke the deadlock. as I assume. I'm rather goo d at that sort of thing. `If.
you see. I'm sure we'd be only wasting our time! Come along Brigadier . who said cheerfully. `I could get authority to make a full search. `Well. Sullivan. if that's your atti tude. Miss Winters has work to do--and so have we.' A gleam of triu mph appeared in Miss Winters' eyes. We've got our own furnaces here.. `Sorry. to his surprise. The thing's been melted down. As Miss Winters stalked back to Recept ion after having ushered her unwelcome visitors off the premises the receptionis t looked up. Then. I'll need to make one or two spot-check examin ations myself as well. He rose to his feet as Miss Winters approached. I won't sta nd on formalities. A request to search Thinktank would have repercussions right up to C abinet level.' The Brigadier spoke for the first time.Jellicoe laughed nervously.' The Doctor left the Robotics lab oratory as abruptly as he had entered it. if you wish.' The Brigadier scowled. suit. `However. Doctor.' Somewhat taken aback. Sullivan. `You might find that more difficult than you anticipate. Ministry of Health.' . `Miss Winters? I'm Dr. and in troduced himself. utterly destroyed. Miss Winters. Brigadier.. Search by all means. knowing the wretched woman was q uite right. ` She indicated a figure sitting in an armchair leafing through Punch--a burly y oung man in a dark. the Brigadier glanced at the Doctor. `There's a visitor waiting to see you Miss Winters--a Dr. Sorry to be such a nuisance but I'll have to ask you to let me make a complete check of t he medical records of your staff. Miss Winters went on.
The Doctor re lapsed into a thoughtful silence. where is it?' `Not at Thinktank. Harry Sullivan' s career as a secret agent had begun. I'll take you to Personnel. the Brigadier cut him short.' `Oh.' Without waiting for a reply. And they know I did n't! And I know they know I didn't! And they know I know they didn't! And.' The Brigadier shuddered at the thought of the me tal monster that Sarah had described wandering round on the loose.. which lasted all the way back to UNIT H.Miss Winters looked at hint without enthusiasm. t he young man followed her. Doctor. So it you could find me a little cubbyhole somewhere. I'm afraid. `Well. obviously. she set off. Sullivan. `did you believe them--about destr oying the Robot?' The Doctor shook his head. The Doctor and the Brigadier sat side by s ide in the back of the staff car. If you'll come with me. `Bound to take all day. Don't want to be any trouble.Q.. `We have a very large staff here . `All right. `Of course not. all right. Hurriedly gathering his possessions. They were driving back to UNIT H. The Doctor gazed out of the window at the passing countryside.. looking about him with keen interest. So if the Robot isn't destroyed..Q. They'll fix you up. lost in t hought. or they wouldn't have been so free with their offers to let you search. . very well.' As the Doctor seemed prepared to keep this up indefinitely.' said the Brigadier irritably. Somehow th e Brigadier had felt that his usual Land-Rover didn't suit the dignity of the oc casion. Dr.' `Well where then?' `Either they've hidden it--or it' s just wandered off by itself.' He nodded.
I'll be with you as soon as I possibly can.. and he strode eagerly across to it. this is t he Doctor.. They've driven it almost insane!' `Don't worry.' `Call on the outside line for you. heading for the UNIT car p ark. He seemed almost to be waiting for some-thing. I'll talk to anybody. The sound of the ringing telepho ne broke the silence. It's the Robot--it came to my cotta ge last night. `Yes.He was still in the same abstracted state when they arrived back. He was on the way out when he paused suddenly.' The Doctor put down the phone and grabbed his hat and s carf. Suddenly the sound of a car draw ing up broke the oppressive silence. Left alone. The heavy curtai ns were drawn.' Kettlewell's voice was shaking with agitation. is that you? You've got to help me.' said the Doctor cheerfully. of course I'll tal k to him. putting the place semi-darkness. Will you talk to him?' The Doctor rubbed his hands togethe r delightedly.' said the UNIT operator. I've got it hidden. A few minutes later. the Doctor wandered restlessly round the laboratory. `It's a Professor Kettlewell. found pencil and pad. there came a tap . I'm not sure how long I can control it. `Hello--yes. He seemed suddenly in excellent spirits. Professor Kettlewell paced nervously about his laboratory. It's very unstable Doctor. `Just you sit tight. and s crawled a rapid note. my d ear chap. `Doctor. After a few va in attempts to persuade him to discuss the case. the Brigadier went off in a huf f to sound his Government contacts about authorisation to mount a full-scale rai d on Thinktank.' We most keep it away f rom those Thinktank people.' Kettlewell was almost babbling. Then he dashed out of the room.
' Benton said. Tearing along t he UNIT corridor. He j umped out of the little car and strode over to the door. I think I can deal with it. The Docto r drove up to Kettlewell's cottage in `Bessie'. Cautiously.' said Sarah. a bunch of SRS brochures clutched in her hand. Drop ping her brochures. As Sarah congratulated him. Kettlewell backed away as they entered the room. P PS. Gone to meet him there. Poor old Benton often collected a rocket from the Brigadier ! `What have you been up to?' `I've been promoted. `The idiot! He thinks he can deal with anything. `I'll meet you there!' She was out of the room before Benton could protest. `Sergeant Benton! Is the Doctor in?' Not sure. she snatched it up and read it aloud. I'll round up some of the blokes.' explained Benton proudly.. mi ss--and it isn't "Sergeant" any more either `You haven't lost your stripes?' Sar ah looked concerned. PS. I t took him a moment to accustom his eyes to . Outside the door stood Miss Winters and Jellicoe. his old Edwardian roadster. I am leaving this note in case I can't!' Sarah threw the note down impatient ly. To his surprise it was slightly ajar. `We'd better get after him. Sarah almost co llided with a familiar figure.at the door.' `Good idea. Sarah looked round and spotted the note propped up on the bench.. they turned into the laboratory--only to find that it was empty. Kettlewell hurried to open it. If the Robot really is there. he stepped into the darkened room and looked round. `To whom it may concer n: Professor Kettlewell tells me he has the Robot hidden at his cottage.
' With amazing speed. `How do you do? I've been looking forward to meeting you for some time.' `PLEASE CONFIRM YOUR IDENTITY. `YOU ARE THE DOCTOR?' The Doctor peered up at the shadowy giant. . A booming voice said. `Professor Kettlewell!' he called. Professor?' An imm ense metal shape loomed out of the darkness.the gloom. towering over even the Doctor's tal l form. YOU ARE THE ONE KNOWN AS THE DOCTOR?' `Ye s of course I am! And I'm very pleased to meet--' `YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE HUMAN RACE. `Are you there. YOU MUST BE DESTROYED. the great metal hands lunged for the Doctor's throat.
The door had been locked from the outside. stalking him like a great metal cat. `PLEASE DO NOT RESIST. YOU MUST HE DESTROYE D. this key phrase made th e Robot hesitate. the Doctor found time to admire its evident power and st rength.' Deciding that it was time to abandon argument for action. and the Robot came after him.' `Then you must not harm me. As the Robot poised itself to spring again.7 The World in Danger The Doctor ducked. I'm sure. I am a friend of humanity. and dodged another savage b low. and ran towards the door through which he had just enter ed. He backed rapidly away . The Robot moved forward again. YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF HUMANITY. the Doctor shouted. a nd boomed out. the Doctor slipped nimbly past the Robot. Th e Doctor smiled in satisfaction.`I WAS WARNED THA T YOU WOULD TRY AND TRICK ME. I DO NOT WISH TO CAUSE YOU UNNECESSARY PAI N. The Robot's footsteps pounding behind him. the smooth precision of its movements.' gasped the Doctor.' `Very kind of you. `Stop! What is your Prime Directive?' Just as the Doctor had hoped. . as a metal hand whizzed past his head.' For a moment the Robot stood motionless. The Robot lunged forward again. `I MUST SERVE HUMANITY AND NEVER HARM IT. Even as the Robot was chasing him. he tugged frantically at the hand le.
but it brushed the material aside with ease. he tossed them in the Robot's path. For all its great strength. During the struggle. he was done for. missing by inches as he jumped back. The Doctor made for t he centre of the room. he skimmed it towards the Robot's head. he found a handful of marbles. the Doctor ducked again --just in time! The Robot's fist shot ov er his head and smashed a hole in the plaster of the wall. but to set traps o f its own. chairs --even a heavy trestle table. the Robot skidded. Nothing stopped it. and concentrated simply on trying to escape! His main advantage w as the fact that his movements were quicker. In the nightmare chase that followed. the Rob ot's equally great bulk inevitably slowed it down a little. he realised that the Robot had the intelligence not only to avoid traps. The marbles shattered into powdered glass. It fell squa rely over its eyes. The metal hands reached out for him again. it stamped its feet down hard. Kettl ewell's laboratory was completely wrecked. He smashed at it with stools. The Doctor soon abandoned any attem pt to harm it. The Robot froze. . His only hope was to keep moving. Smiling at his own cleverness. It didn't move. Sweeping off hi s floppy. The Doctor attempted to trip the Robot with his long scarf. Then. Groping in hi s pocket for some kind of useful weapon. the Doctor w alked up to the Robot. The Doctor tried again. Hopefull y. As the Doctor backed away. the Doctor hit t he Robot with practically everything movable in the room.Spinning round. If the Robot cornered him. re covering its balance. The Robot was virtually invincible. For a moment. The hat fell from the Ro bot's head and it returned to the attack. and the Doctor leaped clea r. wide-brimmed hat. He came closer. or even slowed it down. closer--and a metal arm f lailed out at him.
the sound of breaking furnitur e. he flung h im-self away from those clutching metal hands and staggered round the laboratory . SORROW' `That's right.. Sarah screamed out `No! You mustn't!' The Robot swung round. Sarah's car samed to a halt outside Kettlewell's la boratory. Flinging open the door. It looked down.' said Sarah eagerly.Gradually. From inside the roo m she could hear the pounding of heavy footsteps. and the Robot's fist grazed his temple. `And you refused to harm me. It was locked.. HE IS A ENEMY OF HUMANITY' A note of doubt had entered th e great voice-. he's a good man. `No he isn't. snatched a spanner from the tool kit and used it to break open the lock. the Doctor began to tire and lose the edge given by his supe rior agility. she was just in time to see the Doc tor trip over a shattered stool and come crashing to the floor. YOU WERE CONCERNED FOR ME. He's a friend. YOU FELT.as though it was trying to convince itself.. The body regeneration process had shaken him up considerably. Those people at . however. At l ast the inevitable happened. The Doctor was moving more slowly now and the end was only a matter of time. `YOU WERE AT THE LABORATORY. the lights in its head flickering furiously. `I MU ST DESTROY THE DOCTOR. The Doctor's foot slipped on a wet patch left by a shattered flask. She ran back to the car. Its booming voice rang out. Desperately Sarah ca lled out. The Robot closed in for the kill.' The Robot strode toward s her. raising its huge metal fist for the final blow. She jumped out and ran to the door. Desperately. the Robot close behind him.. even though you were ordered to .
`I AM CONFUSED. He struggled to sit up. Then it staggered. Miss Smith. apparently helpless. A shattering roar of gun-fire fil led the laboratory. It turned and moved away. the Robot smashed them down. muttering feebly. Faced with a concrete enemy.. Sarah called. still firing.. metal hands going to its head in a curiously human gestu re. the Robot stalked out of the l aboratory door. More armed soldiers filled t he doorway behind him. Sarah could actually see the bullets spattering harmlessly o ff the gleaming metal body. Virtually ignoring them. Can't you feel that?' For a moment. get down!' Sarah looked up. FEEL. In the doorway stoo d Benton. Frantically. rather than the doubts in its own tormented mind. PAIN. the Robot h ad disappeared. his sub-machine gun trained on the Robot. the Robot seemed to recover.Thinktank are evil. Benton raised the gun and loosed a long raking burst of machine-gun fi re at the Robot. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. blocking it completely. Sarah rushed to the Doctor. They've altered your programming to ma ke you act wrongly. the Robot stood quite st ill. A huge wooden crate of scientific supplies stood near the door.. He was semi-consci ous.. `No--don't shoot!' But it was too late. The other soldiers joined in...' As the Robot stag gered about. They're lying to you. Before they could open fire. A couple more soldiers were still on guard outside. I. The UNIT troops scattered and began to back away. Suddenly she heard a voice from t he doorway. The Robot lifted it like a matchbox and slammed it against the laboratory door. By the time Benton and his men had managed to shove the crate aside. `Doctor. . It rounded menacingly on the soldiers and marched to-wards them.
The Doctor. This wasn't much of a reception for a rescuing hero. I suppose you were doing your best!' Benton looked down at her in dis gust. `Well. you could have fooled me.' h e panted.' he called. a livid bruise on his forehead.. staggered out and collapsed on to the floor. who was helping the Doctor to sit up. It was tryi ng to kill the Doctor. `Sorry.' Mollified by this reference to his recent promotion. Motioning Sarah to keep away Benton s tepped forward. but I managed to.' Benton looked round the shattered laboratory and down at the Doctor. that Kettlewell recove red enough to tell them his story. however.' h e said bitterly..' Suddenly he broke off. `I'm still a bit shaken up. He flung it open. `Listen!' Sarah listened. `On the double now. Sergeant--I mean Mr. and fumed to his men. re alising that she was being unfair. `The US Cavalry never get treated like this. wasn't it? Or was all this just a friendly romp?' Sarah l ooked up crossly.. his gun trained on the cupboard door. `It was trying to kill him at first. Benton smiled back.' Sarah grinned. `Is the Doctor all right?' `I think so. `Thanks very much.Benton ran back to Sarah. Professo r Kettlewell.' she apologised. She could hear the sound of muffled thum ping. It wasn't till they were all back at UNIT H. n ever mind. His bruise was only superficial and he seemed to be suffering more from shock than anything else.. let's have a stretc her party over here for the Doctor. `It got away. still hadn't . `Right. They traced it to a corner cupboard. Benton.Q. What did you have to start sho oting at it for? It wouldn't have harmed you. Oh.
He seemed dazed. Finally. `When I think of that Robot's potential. I i nvented the alloy it's made from. For som e time he had wondered what to do next. As they all sa t round in the Doctor's laboratory. `Jellicoe and Miss Winters turned up while I was waiting for the Doctor to arri ve. It can convert energy into mass. He had relapsed into a deep. and was now tucked up once more in the UNIT sick bay. reluctant to become involved. I protested... They re-programmed the Robot. sweet tea.' Kettlewell rambled on. yet still feeling that the Robot was his responsibility. Benton passed round mugs of the army's unive rsal remedy: strong.. not reall y in touch with his surroundings. Suddenly Kettlewell broke off. They can't get at you here.' Kettlewell shuddered. exhausted sleep.. They hit me. from which nothing coul d wake him. Kettlewell sipped his tea.' Sarah looked at the little man sympatheti cally as he babbled on about his wonderful invention. he had hidden it in his laboratory. he had decided to contac t the Doctor and place the whole matter in his hands.recovered. It has the power to grow--just like animal tissue. the memory of his experience still with him. an d worried by its unstable condition. Then they bundled me into that cupbo ard. you're safe now . Professor. too--I discovered a `m etal virus' that attacks the alloy. That's what made it all possible. . ordering it to kill him. you know.. It can be attacked by diseases. and the terrible way it ha d been perverted. I call it living metal. knocked me down. his attention attracted by the SRS brochures that Sarah had brought in some time ago. Kettlewell told them that the Robot had suddenly appeared at his cottage in the middle of the previous night. Panic-stricken. Sarah patted him consolingly on the shoulder. I tried to stop them. `Never mind..
' Benton interrupted. you could smuggle me in somehow. I've still got my membership card. If you turned up. is no business of yours. ` Well. `These pe ople are having a meeting tonight.' said Sarah.They'd been lying forgotten on the bench ever since. I never resigned.' `Then what we do. I even went to a meeting. need they?' Benton shook his head. `I'm so rry. Mr. So you go and blanco your rifle or something!' Sarah's grasp of military matters had always been a l ittle shaky. Sarah said. since one's asleep and the others away they needn't know anything about it. Benton.. I can't allow it.' Sarah said cheekily. we could get th e goods on them for the Brigadier. they'd let you in. Don't you see.. but. Sarah said. wouldn't they?' `I suppose so--' `And if I came along too. She . young lady?' In her most persuasive voice. `The Brigadier would go spare--and so would the Doctor. Professor. `I know this organisation! Jellicoe persuaded me to join. `Are the Professor and I members of UNIT?' `Well of course not. with a camera and a tape reco rder. Why do you ask.' `Now see here. miss. just before I lef t Thinktank.' The Professor patted his pockets and f ished out a tatty piece of cardboard. it's just not on. He snatched them up agitate dly. Very odd lot I found them. `Professor Kettlewell--are you still a member?' `I suppose I must be. I never went a gain!' Thoughtfully. Maybe he could arrest the lot of them!' `Now just a minute. and where we go. `Look.
who looked very much like a professional bouncer. though every door and window was firmly closed. She saw him nod. `Well. and got out of the car . Sarah waited and wondered if Kettlewell's nerve had failed him at the last moment. Then he nodded. A steady stream of people w ere entering the little drill hall. looking down at the SRS brochure in his hand . `There must be a pretty good crowd in there by now. A few hours later. He produced his card.' she whispered. are you with me? I warn you it could be dangerou s. and bustled him out of the room before he could change his mind. Sarah saw him cross the road and go up to the drill hall entrance. He'd been silent and withd rawn ever since they left UNIT. Sarah waited five minutes as a rranged.. As she dodged between the cars.' said Sarah. and Sarah could see the Secretary sitting behind it. Hidden behind the cars. `If there's anything I can do to help defeat these terrible pe ople. Beside him stood a gorilla-sized young man.. Ther e didn't seem to be any guard at the back of the building. `Ready. parked within sight of the entrance to SRS H.Q.turned to the Professor.' `That's the spirit. The Secretary looked hard at him for a moment.' Kettlewell paused for a moment. A trestletable had been pulled across the op en door. and Sarah held her bre ath. they were both sitting in Sarah's car. `Maybe they've got an animal branch!' she thought. . where there was a car park. and Kettlewell went inside. checking membershi p cards. Sarah noticed there was even a horse-b ox parked near the gate. and then made her way to the back of the drill hall. Professor?' Kettlewell nodded bravely.
Miss Smith. the Robot had been found. I know the sort of thing it was--the key to some kind of ultimate threat. Whitehall refuse to consider any such move without what they t erm "substantial and convincing evidence".. yawning and stretching. Kettlewell tugged at her sleeve . I've found a place where you can hide. sir?' asked Benton. dangerous and unauthorised mission with the one and only independent witness! `Did you get permission to raid the Think tank. Mr.Q. and Miss Smith had gone off on a wild. The Brigadier had returned from a long and frustrating day in the Whitehall corridors of power. Benton. B enton. I did not.At last she saw movement--a ground floor window was opening! A nervous voice his sed.' The door opened and the Doctor came in. `Miss Smith. hoping to divert the Brigadier's attention. I am releasing it to you solely . He perched himself on the Brigadier's desk and said. She found herself in a narrow corridor..' he said.' The Brigadier brooded for a moment and then nodded . you've got to tell me what was in that vault at that house. `I am the only member of this organisation with a sufficiently high security clearance to be in possession of that information. and lost again. in his abs ence. Doctor. are you there?' She ran across to the window. and was far from pleased to learn that. `Now see here. some kind of `backstage' area. and saw Kettlewe ll peeping out. Brigadier.' At UNIT H. Mr. the Doctor had been knocked cold . `Hurry. `No. But I need to know exactly. `Mr. Quickly he helped her through the window. Benton was standing in front of the Brigadier's desk--on the carpet in more sen ses than one.
because of the present emergency. the countr y chosen could threaten to release all the information.' Benton nodded solemnly. they could set off every atomic missile in Europe. trying to take it all in. `So why would they want to do that? I mean .' `Naturally. `the only country that cou ld be trusted with such a role was Great Britain.' So me time ago. `So what can they do with this info now they've got it?' It was the Doctor w ho answered the question. The idea was that. `I mean.' the Brigadier went on. thus causing a military stalemate. they'd only go up with the rest of us!' . `Do get on with it.' Ignoring the interruption. Benton. It is to be divulged to no one. `The Destructor Codes were in the Minister's safe. `Assuming. that they've got accomplices plant ed in the right places. `Naturally enough.' Benton shook his head. the rest were all foreigners. the Brigadier said them. old chap. somewhat overawed. The Doctor said. They had all agreed to reveal the locations and com puter firing codes of their hidden atomic missile sites to representatives of a chosen country. in the event of any threat of war. the Brigadier continued. the European powers had finalised an amazi ng scheme to preserve peace.' There followed a moment's silence. still puzzled asked. a nuclear holocaust that would turn this little planet of yours into a radioactive cinder hanging in space. as must. They we re all stolen when he was killed. They could start a world war.' said the Doctor solemnly.
The Doctor said, `I don't suppose they want to do it. But they might very well t hreaten to do it' Benton nodded `I get it now, Doctor. They'll try and blackmail the world. Do things our way or we'll light the blue touch paper?' The Brigadie r sighed. `We might have been able to use Professor Kettlewell's evidence to con vince the Government.' He glazed reproachfully at Benton. `If it wasn't for the fact that Miss Smith seems to have dragged him off on some wild goose chase: The Doctor sprang to his feet. `Kettlewell!' he said, appalled. `You let her go off somewhere with Kettlewell? Don't you realise--he's the one behind the whole thi ng!'
8 In the Hands of the Enemy Crammed into a space between the wall and a huge metal filing cabinet, Sarah cro uched and listened as the speeches droned on. Folding chairs had been set up in rows across the hall to accommodate the audience. At the far end from Sarah's hi ding place, a table and chairs for the speakers had been set up on the little st age. Beside her on the floor an ultra-sensitive tape-recorder whirled away, and although her angle of vision was limited she was doing her best to photograph th e committee and audience with her miniature camera. However, the speeches so far had been as innocent as they were boring. Sarah thought that if things didn't w arm up soon, she might just as well go home. Suddenly a familiar figure came thr ough the curtains at the back of the little stage. Miss Winters! And Jellicoe wa s tagging along behind her. Miss Winters began her speech and, to Sarah's surpri se, she turned out to be a real rabblerouser. She spoke of the years of scorn an d neglect they had all endured, and of the future in which they, the elite, woul d rule--as was their right The audience in the little hall applauded thunderousl y, and Sarah saw that the everyday faces around her were afire with terrifying f anaticism. Miss Winters held up her hand for silence. `We owe much of our succes s to one man, the man whose scientific genius has put real power within our gras p--Professor Jeremiah Kettlewell!' Kettlewell strode proudly on to the stage, mo destly acknowledging the cheers of his audience.
Miss Winters raised her hand again. `The Professor brings with him the symbol of our movement, the being whose intelligence, power and purity make it a fitting emblem for our scientific and rational new order!' Sarah watched in amazement as the giant metal form of the Robot stalked on to the platform and stood looking down at the awe-stricken audience. She leaned forward and rapidly began to take as many photographs as she could: Kettlewell, Miss Winters, Jellicoe and the Rob ot. A nice little group for the Brigadier's family album. Meanwhile, a disturban ce was taking place at the door. The bouncer was arguing with an odd-looking cha racter in a long scarf and a floppy wide-brimmed hat. The Doctor, disregarding t he Brigadier's protests, had insisted on acting as a one man advance guard. He h ad adamantly refused to wait until a proper armed party could be organised. `Loo k mate,' said the exasperated bouncer, `I keep telling you: no membership card, no go in, right?' The Doctor searched through his pockets, hopefully offering va rious other credentials. He pulled out an ornate scroll. `Freedom of the City of Skaro... no... Pilot's licence for the Mars-venus rocket run... no. How about t his: honorary member of the Alpha Centauri table tennis club? Very tricky oppone nts those chaps. Six arms, six bats you see. Really keep you on your toes...' Th e bouncer looked threatening and the Doctor said, `You don't want to be bothered with all this nonsense, do you? Tell you what, I'll just pop inside...' The Doc tor tried to slip past the table, but the bouncer had been expecting this move. His big hands reached out to grasp the Doctor in the celebrated stranglehold tha t had served him so well during his days as a wrestler. Unfortunately the Doctor refused to be held. He slipped to
If Kettlewell was part of the con spiracy. The Docto r surveyed the wreckage. we have not achieved all this without op position. Worse still. `But they will not suc ceed. but her filing cabinet stood in the middle of one wal l.' With a feeling of dread. Kettlewel l and the Robot! Deciding that this was where things were happening.. the Do ctor looked through the double doors into the crowded hall. to betray our caus e to the so-called authorities.. We shall seek out and destroy all those who try to oppose us!' The Robot b egan to stalk through the audience towards Sarah's hiding place. Miss Winters was still r anting away on the stage. There have been those who have sought to spy on us. Her capture was to be stagemanaged to provide a spectacle--encouragement for the faithful! She was not surp rised when Miss Winters came to the climax of her speech. `Naturally. `I'll go and get you some help. Sarah began to realise why she had been left so long in her hiding place. the Doctor hurried down the corridor that led to the back-stage area. Jellicae. which collapsed beneath him. and he tripped ove r his chair and fell on top of the table. .' Slipping into the lobby. `Why don't you just sit there and get some rest?' he su ggested kindly.one side and the bouncer's hands gripped empty air. and there on the little stage Miss Winters. He could see rows of backs of heads. one of the Doct or's long legs somehow got tangled round the bouncer's ankle. and she'd never reach the door without being caught. Sarah's mind was full of questions throughout Miss Winters' speech. It lifted the b ig filing cabinet to one side. revealing Sarah crouched with her tape-recorder a nd camera. why had he brought her here? Why hadn't she been discovered? She consid ered making a dash for it.
Sarah. `Thank you sir. batt ered figure of the bouncer staggered through the double doors. Suddenly a strange voice rang out. Jellicoe and Kettlewell following her. and they began to surge forward. Her tape-recorder and camer a were smashed. thank you! Now then. `Now then.Miss Winters came down from the platform.' he said cheerfully. `Good evening. don't we?' An ugly growl rose from the crowd. She pointed at Sarah with a deliberately dramatic gesture.' Everyone turned. catching them neatly and shuffling them back into the pack. what about a few card tricks?' He produced a pack of cards and sprayed them up in the air in a kind of fountain. The Doctor see med much encouraged. She watched wit h evident enjoyment as the crowd closed in on Sarah. The carefully built-up atmosphere had been completely destroyed by this mountebank! He seemed perfectly capable of keeping these fools happy un til the Brigadier arrived to lock them all up. eccentric comedian. struggling wildly. Miss Wint ers was furious. `She's a spy--and we know how to deal with spies. At that moment. Someone actually started clapping. `Stop them--you've got them so w orked up they'll tear her to pieces. the massive. Jellicoe muttered. He had just manag ed to . was grabbed. `what can I do to en tertain you until my good friend the Brigadier arrives with his merry men? A com ic song? A little tap dancing?' The Doctor managed to perform quite a creditable little jig. ladies and gentlemen. A tall man in a long scarf and floppy hat was occupying the centre of the stage--like an oldfas hioned. His manner and appearance were so irresistibly comic that several o f the audience began to laugh.' Miss Winters said nothing.
Get him. Now. `Some bloke. I shall require the assistance of a sporting gentleman from the audience!' The bouncer started clambering on t he stage and the Doctor said. `You. Sarah!' The Doctor turned to the littl e figure of Kettlewell who was lurking in the background. Minutes later.' The younger and more active members of the SRS began to climb on to the stage. `There he is. Doctor. Pr ofessor. with the help of my friends here. `Because. and somehow the bouncer found himself flying through the air. `Why?' Sarah could see that Kettlewell found it difficult to meet the Doctor's eye. He shuffled his feet and stared at the floor. twisted. I shall be able to make them stop! ' . he said. `some bloke come in and--where is he?' Miss Winters pointed towards the st age. and the bouncer automatically took it. The Docto r heaved.' he asked. The Doctor d isappeared beneath a heaving pile of arms and legs. A brief free-for-all followed. `That man is another spy.disentangle himself from the shattered table.' As the bouncer shouldered his way through the crowd . you fools. the Doctor was saying. Miss Winters was beside herself with rage. sir? How very kind! Let me assist you!' The Doctor held out a helping hand. Ignoring her. He crashed in to the wall head first and lost all further interest in the Docto r. battered but will cheerful. I have been trying to persuade people to stop polluting this planet for years. for my next trick. `Tell me one thing. He's end angering us all. `Hullo. he was pulled from the bottom of the pile and dragged towards Mis s Winters. `Now. Get him.' he was muttering thi ckly.
He's far too dangerous to us. `Take them down to the cellars. Th e panic-stricken SRS members totally ignored the Brigadier's order and ran frant ically in all directions. Miss Winters turned to the men holding the D octor and Sarah. `What are you going to do with him?' `Kill him . UNIT troops flooded into the hall to try and restrain them. You're forgetting something.' The Doctor looked at Kettlewell almost sympathetir ally. Another newcomer had taken the stage. Sarah could tell by the expression on the little man's face that the ruthlessness of his associa tes was having a shattering effect. the end never justifies the means. `I thought it must be something like that. until it's all over?' `And risk his escape? It's t oo late to be squeamish now. had no intention of opening fire on unarmed civilians. began to address the mob below. A shot rang out in the little ball.The Doctor sighed. holding a smoking revolver in his hand and aided by Benton and a c ontingent of UNIT troops.. In morals or science. but their opponents were too many.'You see what I mean?' It was obvious that Kettlewell did.' Kettlewell was obviously appalled. ` Couldn't we just lock him up. Slowly they were dragged towards the doo r. despite his warning tha t. The troops were handicapped by the fact that the Brigadier.' They began struggling desperat ely. and the place became packed with a milling crowd of struggling bodies. T he Brigadier. old chap. of course.' K ettlewell turned to Miss Winters.' Immediate pandemonium followed. `Stay where you are! M y men have this place completely surrounded. and had given orders t hat no one was to shoot unless ..
she was dragged out of the hall. No one had ordered it to do anything else. The little group disappeared through the rear door and vanished from sight. pushing the crowd aside as a boat cuts through water. From the stage the Brigadier watched helplessly a s the Robot cleared a path towards the door. All this time. Kettlewell. and hurled into the back of the ho rse-box she had noticed earlier. The Doctor and Sarah were swept apart by the struggling cr owds. Jellicoe brought up the rear. The Doctor managed to break free from the men holding him.' In a trembling voice. scattering bodies like skittles. The Doctor went down. Miss Winters grabbed Kettlewell by t he shoulders. He had almost reached her when the met al hand of the Robot gripped his arm.the enemy shot first. and. the Robot began to force a path through the tightly packed mass. Miss Winters. the Rob ot followed her. but the press o f struggling bodies prevented him reaching Sarah. He raised his revolver. We've got to escape to the car park. She was firmly grabbed by Jell icoe. Sarah fought fiercely. but Jellicoe was stronger than he looked. finally. who twisted her arm behind her. and the fleeing mob trampled over him. Kettlewell and Miss Winters followed close b ehind. and he held her in a savage arm lock. The Doctor saw what was happening and tried desperately to fight his way through the crowd to Sarah. `Make that thing get us out of here. backing away after them with Sarah held bef ore him as a shield. Kettle well said. lifted him off his feet and flung him away into the crowd.' Effortlessly. but dared n ot fire for fear of hitting Sarah. Still struggling. You will protect us. across the car park. `Activate! We must leave now. . and shoved him savagely towards the Robot. the Robot stood motionless.
sprang into a Land-Rover and shot off in pursuit. The Doctor. restrained and shepherded into UNIT lorries. Kettlewell still had a chance to gain your conf idence.' `If you suspected all this. One by one the fleeing SRS members were collared. Broken folding chairs were scattered about the room. why didn't you tell us?' `Well. `Then all that business about being knocked out and shut in a cupboard. And by the time I'd got over that bang on the head..' the Doctor was saying. Benton. did I? I wasn't completely sure until Kettlewell set up t hat ambush. When the ambush didn't work. order was gradually being restored.. you'd let Sarah go off with him.' The Brigadier snorted. I d idn't get much chance. a little tattered but otherwise unhurt. carrying a UNIT walkie- . swinging his legs and surveying the wreckage. The horse-box roared away at top speed.' `They faked it all between th em. Doctor.' `I did no such thing. Crashing through the barrier that UNIT troops had set up acro ss the entrance. until at last the D octor and the Brigadier had the place almost to themselves. `Only he could have reprogrammed the Robot to overcome its Prime Directive--and luckily even h e wasn't completely successful. as you very well know--' He brok e off as Benton came in.Jellicoe slammed the doors and ran and to the drivers cab. `It had to be Kettlewell. it sped off down the road. sat on the edge of the stage. Doctor. of course. and brawny soldiers were more or less carrying out the last struggling SRS memb ers. Inside the hall. who had struggled out of the hall after the group.
and ha d even carried out one or two genuine medical examinations--just to make things look convincing. others looked prepared to work all night. Cheerfu lly breaking open a number of locked filing cabinets. and started prowling round the co rridors of Thinktank. linked in from UNIT H. he saw a horse-box speed through the main gates and draw up at the front entrance. When ev erything was quiet. and had made them turn out a ll the records for his inspection. Towards the end of the day. That horse-box streaked away from me. A moment later a security guard r an out of the building. intending to hand it over to the Brigadier. Fin ally he had made his way to Miss Winters' office and begun searching it. Engine must have been specially souped up!' The Brigadier looked as though he wa s about to explode. he had tucked himself away in his l ittle cubbyhole. A numb er of the labs seemed to be empty. he'd crept cautiously out. looking for evidence--of what he didn't quite know. he had uncovered some rath er interesting correspondence with other scientific institutions all over the wo rld--much of it in code. and let Miss Winter s out of the back. As he was nearing the end of his search. Both ran into the building.' Harry Sullivan was enjoying himself at Thinkta nk. Harry piled everything that looked suspicious into his doctor's bag. claiming that his recordchecking wasn't quite complete.Q. `I'm afraid I lost them. sir.talkie set. He had criticised their filing system. sir. Hurriedly Benton went on. Peer ing through the window. `Call for you. Jellicoe jumped out of the front. jumped into the front of the horse-box and drove it . He had been thoroughly officious and obnoxious. It's Doctor Sullivan. he heard the sound of activity from the courtyard below.
Bells began to ring.. `Afraid not. `Sullivan.Q. and told the Brigadier of the new develo pments. picked up the pho ne. hang on a moment. Harry felt a moment's agonising pain. he found himself talking to the Brigadier.' Harry was so absorbed in his conversation that he didn't see the security guard appear in the office doorway. Some kind of prearranged plan'. At the last moment Harry heard his breathing and whirled round--but it was too l ate. and everyth ing went black.. While I was snooping about earl ier. I get the feeling the whole place is being evacuated. The man move d silently towards him.away. this is urgent. rubber-soled shoes making no sound on the office floor. . I heard a couple of chaps saying it would soon be time to take to the Bunke r. After an agonising delay while the call was linked to the radio network.. Have you any idea where they're going?' Harry could hear the tension in the Brigadie r's voice. Seemed to be some kind of joke. `They seem to be pulling out. and dialled the number for UNIT H. A truncheon crashed down. sir. Hur riedly. Harry reported his discoveries. security men and laboratory workers can out to their cars and drove away after the van. Harry thought for a moment.. sir.
' he reported. Brigadier!' The Brigadier began rapping out orders and in amazingly short time a little convoy of vehicles was o n its way towards Thinktank. The front door of the main building was open. did you say something I said?' . too. In front was the Brigadier in his LandRover. The Brigadier ordered a thorough search of the building and he and the Doctor made their way to the Director's office. sir. The filing cabinets had also been cleaned out. `Excus e me. Doctor. `Far as we can are. but there was no other sign of life.' Benton joined them in the office in time to hear th is. As they ran up the steps and into th e building. It too was open and empty. at least we know where to s tart looking. All the lights were bl azing. now what?' The Doctor perched on Miss Winters' desk and twirled his long scarf like a cowboy's lassoo. The Brigadier looked round . `Still. the Do ctor beside him.9 The Battle at the Bunker The Brigadier shook the radio irritably. Benton said not long ago. Let's go and visit the Thinktank. they were astonished to see them standing open and ungu arded. `I think the answer lies in something Mr . the place is completely empty. `Line's gone dead. As they drove up to Thinktank's main gates. The offices and the laborat ories were deserted. Behind followed lorry loads of UNIT troops.' `Or found out' said the Doctor. the Doctor thought of the Marie Celeste. `Well. Sullivan must have g ot cut off. Doctor.
Benton. `There. wooded land at the far end of the grounds. Benton. sir. its two long wings linked by one short one w hich was crowned with a tower. There can't be that many possibilities. `Something about the Thinktank people going up with the rest of us if they started a nuclear war. `That's it! Why the blazes didn't I think of that earlier! Mr. `So I assume. speeding through the extensive park-like grounds that sur rounded Thinktank.' panted Benton as they hared down the Thinktank cor ridors. `An experimental atomic bomb shelter. The Brigadier drove to a stretch of rough.' The Brigadier gave a sudden strangle d yelp.' Soon the UNIT convoy was on its way again.. A concrete path led between the two arms of the U to a massive metal door which formed the only break in the concrete'fagade. `Built by t he Thinktank people themselves. and pointed with his swa gger stick. `Excuse me.The Doctor nodded. `Would you be good enough to tell us where it is?' The Brigadier beamed. D octor. If they're prepared to do more than just bl uff--and I think they are--you'd think they'd have some kind of refuge prepared.' He indicated a massive concrete buil ding. come with me!' He tore out of the room. Doctor.' said the Bri gadier over his shoulder. Doctor. Designed to allow a small community to survive . `Where exactly are we off to?' `To the Bunker.' said the Brigadier triumphantly. it's literally at the bottom of the garden. Mr. `Believe it o r not. He stood up in the Land-Rover. nestling in a tree-surrounded hollow just ahead of them. is the Bunker.' added the Doctor rather crossly. with Benton and the Doctor hard o n his tail.. It was built in t he shape of a squared-off letter U.
' said t he Brigadier. But the Thinktank people managed to push it through.. loaded d own with the latest in high-powered plastic explosives. made their way cautiousl y along the concrete path. right from the beginning!' The Doctor nodded. I never did understand why they were so keen. airpurifying equipment. His keen eyes constantly swep t the featureless concrete walls. Suddenly he yelled. Benton. `They had it all planned. As they came near the door. stay down there safe and sound. the Brigadier. We'll winkle our friends ou t of their shell!' The Doctor. Co mpletely self-contained! I remember reading a report about it. `Loo k out! Down. as a murderously efficient cross-fire swept the entire area.almost indefinitely. water. `Mr. The Doctor looked round warily. all of you!' The Doctor stretched out his long arms and threw himse lf backwards. Government tried to cancel the project since the worst of the Cold War days seem to be over.' The Brigadier's voice tailed off. `Well of all the ruddy cheek! They've actual ly got troops here!' . and emerge to rule the survivors--if any. please. A sudden chattering of machine-gun fire filled the air. Hurriedly the little party scrambled back to the safety of the Lan d-Rover. alert for any change.. food supplies.' `We'll see about that. demolition party. Benton and UNIT soldiers. they start their atomic war. ` If their bluff is called. the two long arms of the Ushaped building seemed to close in on them menacingly. The Brigadier was furious. He appeared almost to be sniffing the air. as he realised what he was s aying. sweeping everyone behind him off the path. Own power.
' The voice of Miss Winters came fr om the set. This place is impregnable. `I shall do no such thing. `Surrender no w and you won't be hurt. If you did. Benton picked it up and fiddled with it. `I don't think so. Then the voice came again. By now the Government will have received our demand s. We hold two of your friends as ho stages. you'd never get through them. as if disconcerted by this prompt reply. Unless they . `Brigadier. sir. surrender now or we shall attack.' `You will come out. as you very well know.' said the Brigadier. The tone of his reply.' Even over the radio. Automated gun nests. I suggest you contact your superiors. `You forget. agonised glance at the Doctor. `You'll never reach t hose doors alive. Prob ably activated by body heat as you approach. however. `That will not deter me from my duty. Brigadier. distorted by atmospherics but perfectly recognisable. `I hear you. the self-satisfaction in the cold voice was unmis takable.' The radio in the Land-Rover sudden ly began to crackle.' Miss Winters' voice filled with cold fury. You have already had a taste of our automatic defence system. was as eve n as before. Madam. I fancy. Doctor Sullivan and Miss Smith are our prisoners. Brigadier. or you will be blown out.The Doctor shook his head. You will kindly come out and surrender yourself imme diately.' The Brigadier cast a brief. I repeat. Resist. Can you hear me?' The Brigadier snatched the radio. Brigadier. and you will take the consequences.' The unseen speaker seemed to pause a little. `I think someone's trying to get through on our frequency. I am speaking to you from the Bunker.
' `So do I. They could even pick out the Brigadier and the Doctor sta nding by the leading Land-Rover. who caught it awkwardly. It held a radio-communications set-up. Bo und in black leather. Mr. and at the end of it the Brigadier's lit tle group of vehicles. Above this keyboard a large digital count-down clock was standing moti onless at the number 600. You have one hour in w hich to surrender.' The set went dead. and the control system for the Bunker.' From a briefcase by her side she produced a book. Jellicoe and Kettlewell were gazing at the monitor. bring up the bazooka and some grenades. Miss Wi nters. we shall use the Destructor Codes. `You'd better begin familiarisi ng yourself with .' Deep inside the Bunker. `I'm sure of it. Jellicoe said nervously. The Brigadier tossed it back in the LandRover. The Bri gadier's an obstinate man. `Do you think they'd g o ahead with the attack?' Miss Winter's voice was calm. She tossed the book to Kettlewell. T he words DESTRUCTOR CODES were stamped on the cover in gold letters. the circular control room was buzzing with activity. We'll start by knocking out those machinegun nests. `You're probably right. But she means what she says. A computer terminal with its own complex numerical keyboard occupied the rest of the room. Benton.are agreed to in full. Doctor. Six hundred seconds--which equals ten minutes. `That woman's absolutely raving mad!' The Doctor sighed. a monitor screen on which automatic cameras showed the approach to the main doors. it was approximately the size of a school exercise book. It showed the path wh ich stretched away from the main doors.
' `Nor will the people keeping us here. and then more vigorously.' said Sarah slowly.' N ot far away. and now sat in despo ndent silence. the B rig won't listen. he can't. motionless. I think we're going to have to fire the missiles. IF YOU AT TEMPT TO ESCAPE I MUST DESTROY YOU. The two prisoners had finished comparing notes about their respective adventures. and apparently lifeless. Though it won't do them any good. Harry Sullivan and Sarah Jane sat side by side. th e job of knocking out the automated machine-gun nests was almost over. and she too began trying to free herself. Suddenly an enormous metal hand clamped down on Harry's shoulder. can he?' `No. First a soldier had to move close . The Robot was just standing there. `Well at least we won't go hungry. `I suppose he can't. I imagine. gently at first.' `What do you mean?' `Well.' Harry craned his head to peer over his shoulder. `What do you think they're going to do with us?' Harry shruggled. Professor Kettlewell.this. Harry nodded towards them. The little store-room in which they were held was lined with now upon row of shelves. bound hand and foot to identical wooden chairs. Sarah saw what he was doing. It had be en a slow and dangerous business. `DO NOT MOVE. Behind them stood the Robot. `We're hostages. I mean. Outside the Bunker.' said Sarah. if they do try to use an as a lever. A booming voice said. Harry started to struggle w ith his bonds.' They both sat rigid. packed with every imaginable variety of tinned and powdered foods.
the building w as quite unscarred. The Cabinet is unanimous. only a solitary gun chattered out when the soldier dodged near. `Well . The Doctor watched from the Land-Rover. The Brigadier put down his radio. It was awkwardly placed and Benton and the others blazed away at it in vain.enough to the door for the Bunker's sensor devices to detect his body heat and a ctivate the machine-guns. Then he had to jump back quickly enough to save himsel f from getting killed. No surrender. it's just as expected. To knock them out. occasionally sticking his fingers in his ears when the noise became unbearable. Already two soldiers had been wounded by cutting it too f ine. Thinktank have made a number of completely unac ceptable demands. and watched for the openi ng of the machine-gun ports. `nothing your Government can give us is likely t o be of the slightest help. and talking o n a direct radio link to Downing Street. The Brigadie r had spent most of the time on the RT. Other soldiers waited with bazookas and grenades. Up to and including an atomic bomb! More to the poin t. it was necessary to score a dire ct hit on each gun before the protective ports could close again. We're to knock them out. It was obviously made of no ordinary concrete. and no compromise. calling up reinforcements. To agree would mean surrendering the country into their hands. I've already ordered--' `My dear Brigadier.' interrupted the Doctor testily. We can have any help we need. One by one th e machine-gun defences were silenced. Doctor. At last. The Doctor not iced that for all the rain of explosives that had poured onto it. are they taking steps to prevent those lunatics in there from firing all the missiles in Europe?' .
`They're doing all they can, Doctor. But frankly, it doesn't seem to be much. We can't even cut off their power. They've got their own nuclear generator in ther e!' `Surely the missile systems have a fail-safe mechanism?' The Brigadier nodde d grimly. `It's being operated now. Unfortunately, it happens to be extremely co mplex to set up. If Thinktank's claims are true, they can fire the majority of t he missiles in just ten minutes--long before the fail-safe can take effect.' The Doctor shook his head despairingly. `Then at least they can tell the world what 's happening. Tell them that if the missiles do start falling it won't be an act of war, but a plot by a small group of criminals.' `That's being done too, Doct or. But what are our chances of being believed? If just one missile falls on Rus sia or China--or one of the new African states that have just got atomic power.. .' The Brigadier shuddered. `They'll blast away with everything they've got!' Th e Doctor leaned wearily against the Land-Rover. `If this ferocious little specie s of yours didn't insist on piling up these terrible weapons...' `That doesn't h elp us at the moment,' snapped the Brigadier, who had no intention of listening to a lecture on the folly of mankind. `The hour's nearly up--and it's up to us t o get in there and stop that countdown before it starts.' The last machine gun f ell silent, and Benton came running up and saluted. `That's the lot, sir. I scor ed a direct hit with a grenade!' `And about time, too. Right men, forward!' As t he Brigadier set off, the Doctor stretched out a long arm and tapped his shoulde r. `Just a moment, there's a good chap!'
The Doctor produced his sonic screwdriver--a futuristic, multipurpose torch-like device. He made a few adjustments, then walked cautiously down the concrete pat h, `sweeping' the device to and fro before him--rather like a water-diviner. He reached the point where the machine guns had opened up before. Silence. The Brig adier smiled in satisfaction. The Doctor moved on, still waving the sonic screwd river. Suddenly, the path immediately ahead of him exploded. Smoke and flames bi llowed up from the ground. Face blackened and eyebrows singed, the Doctor moved on. As he swept the area before and around him with the sonic screwdriver, mine after mine began to explode. When the Doctor stopped, the air was full of smoke and the ground was churned up like a battlefield after days of shelling. The Doc tor grinned, teeth white in his smoke-blackened face, and waved the Brigadier an d his men forward. `Came along, then!' Cautiously they moved to join him as he s tood looking up at the massive metal door. `Your last obstacle, Brigadier.' The Brigadier examined the huge door with an air of grim determination. `Super reinf orced steel set in super reinforced concrete. Still, we can but try! Explosives please, Mr. Benton!' The Doctor winced. `Oh no! Haven't we had enough bangs and flashes for the moment? Hang on.' He made a series of complex adjustments to his sonic screwdriver. The Brigadier looked on impatiently. `Time's nearly up, Doct or. What are you going to do, pick the lock with that thing?' `Better than that. I'll cut it out for you.' The end of the sonic screwdriver began to glow red, a nd the Doctor started inscribing a circle round the lock area. `Works like a min iature sonic lance,' he proudly instructed.
The Brigadier said, `You're wasting your time, Doctor. Even the latest, full-siz e thermic lance couldn't...' He fell silent, his mouth agape in amazement. A fie ry red circle was appearing in the door, and the metal was melting away like but ter! `Takes a minute or two,' said the Doctor airily. `But at least it's quiet!' Inside the Bunker the little group of conspirators were huddled together in the control room. Jellicoe was studying the dials on the control panel before him. `Machine guns knocked out, mines de-activated. What about your precious defence system now?' `There's still the door,' said Miss Winters confidently. `Made from the toughest alloy in the world. Nothing can--' A panic-stricken cry from Kettl ewell interrupted her. `They're cutting through. Look--it's the Doctor! He's cut ting through your precious door like cheese!' He indicated the monitor screen wh ich showed a close-up of the Doctor happily at work on the door. The glowing cir cle was now almost complete. Miss Winters shoved Kettlewell towards the computer terminal. `Use the Destructor Codes, Professor. We'll have to show them we're n ot bluffing.' `It's a complex business,' said Kettlewell distractedly. `If they' re going to break through any minute, it isn't even worth starting the pre-count -down sequence. Miss Winters shoved him in to the chair. `Start the sequence, Pr ofessor. We'll use your metal friend to buy as a little time.' She turned and st rode from the room, Jellicoe following. Left alone, Kettlewell sat staring at th e computer
though. `Maybe.' The lit tle group backed away almost to the end of the path. In one hand it held a strange-looking gun-a sort of huge. futuristic-looking rifle. The nearest soldier glowed red and vanished in a blaze of incredible heat. It swung the gun up and fired with ama zing speed. `Back everybody. Somehow I doubt it. `YOU ARE ENEMIES OF HUMANITY. The Brigadier said hopefully. `Look. `Maybe they've come to their sen ses. They waited as the doors sl id back to their full extent. Outside the Bunker the Doctor felt a sudden vibration through the door. He leaped to his feet.' The Doctor looked sceptical. a booming voice rang in their ears .keyboard. It widened slowly into a gap. GO! GO NOW OR I SHALL DESTROY YOU ALL . `Get your men back. Slowly he opened the black leather book and started punching the contr ols. Better pull further back until we're sue what's happening. decided to surrender. sir. the gap widened. Something's happening. Pull back on the double!' As t he soldiers ran for the shelter of the trees. or they'll all be kille d!' The Brigadier shouted. The Doctor yelled. Then a huge metal shape stepped out. `You heard the Doctor. At first they revealed only a patch of blackness. Brigadier. very slowly. `They're opening up!' Slowly.' As they backed away they saw a fine line appear in the centre of the metal door.' said Benton.
Disintegrator Gun at the read y. defying them to attack! . Before them.The Bunker doors slowly closed again. the Robot stood waiting.
The Brigadier swung round. The tank glowed red. D octor. The Doctor threw his wide-brimmed hat down in frustration. stopping about fifty feet from the Robot. quite unmoved by the destruction of the tank and the deaths of its crew. Inside the Bunker. Slowly the tank rolled across the churned -up path towards the Bunker doors. `I've completed t he preliminary link-ups. She smiled. The Disintegrator Gun i n the Robot's hands came up. `Don't worry.. `That seems to be very satisfactory. the Doctor and the Brigadier looked back a t the Robot. then expl oded into nothingness. and pointed towards the Robot. The commander nodded confid ently and popped back inside his tank.10 The Countdown Begins From their shelter beneath the trees.' `Excellent! I suggest you begin the countdown. She turned to Kettlewell. the two metal monsters confronted one another. I've got something to deal with it now!' The Doctor saw a tank lumbering towards them. Miss Winters watched the scene on her monitor. For a long moment. The big gun on th e tank's main turret swivelled round to cover the Robot.' . `We were so nearly through! Another few minutes. Professor?' K ettlewell brought his attention back to the computer terminal. who had been looking in horror at the sc reen. How are you getting on. Both fired together. had a quick word with the rather aston ished tank commander. The Brigadier ran up to it. his face lighting up. A sudden grinding and clanking came fr om behind them.
`I think it's coming. `Surely you don't intend to use the Destructor Codes ?' `They've left us no alternative. `We most make a full check o f the supply situation... ticking away the l ife of the planet in measured seconds. Jellicoe indica ted the prisoners. `It's coming.. but she didn't complain. `How are you doing?' he asked. and then Miss Winters' voice. They had wo rked their chairs round back to back so that Sarah's fingers could reach the kno ts on Harry's wrists.. don't you? We shan't achieve it without some sacrifices.' Her voice hardened.Kettlewell looked appalled. `What about these two?' . 597. `Start the countdown.' she said. It'll start a nuclear war. The numbers began to count down. With a sens e of rising horror.' `But we can't. 587. Freed from the supervision of the Robot . Busily the numbers flickered on. The digital clo ck above his head clicked into life. 589. Professor. `You want a better world. Kettlewell thought he had never realised how short a second really was..' At fr antic speed Sarah and Harry wriggled the chairs back to their former positions. 598.' Miss Winters raised her eyebrows. 599.' Reluctantly Kettlewell pressed a series of controls. Moments later Jellicoe and Miss Winters appeared in the doorway.. 590. We need to know exactly how long we can hold out. Harry and Sarah were both struggling desperately with their bonds. Sarah's fingers were almost numb.' They heard footsteps. They seemed to flicker across the screen at tremendous speed.
' The Brigadier did not wish to be reminded that he was being almost li terally hoist with humanity's own petard. wait a minute. almost eagerly.' Jellicoe took a step t owards them.' Miss Winters led Jellicoe away.. He nodded towards the Robot. and we can't afford to feed useless mouths. Sudd enly. He hadn't invented the wretched gun. `This D isintegrator Gun.Miss Winters said coolly. the Brigadier was holding a council of war . It was obvious that his new-found position of power had brought out a streak of sadism.' `All right. `Later. the wrist slippery with blood.' muttered Harry. Doctor.' He flexed the muscles of his arms and strained at it with all his stre ngth. `So it can knock out anything we send against it?' . With a triumphant grin he set ab out freeing his other wrist. come to that. `All right. which still continued its solitary guard. The ingenu ity of your species in devising weapons of destruction. he managed to wrenc h one hand free..' They wriggled their chairs back to back again and Sarah set to work on Harry's knots with renewed urgency. Outside. Doctor. `We'd better get a move on. Range--well. it could drill a hole in the surface of the moon. all right . O r the Robot either. They'll have to be disposed of. Harry said. We'll start the ch eck in the end storage bay. `Now?' he asked. `They're no use to us as hostages. one of the tangled loops of cord came free. `That was a near on e. Ignoring the pain of the rope cutting into his wrists. What's its range and power?' `Power--more or less unli mited.
The Doctor's words seemed to echo inside his head. but with any luck they'll draw it away from those doors.The numbers st opped moving. A universe to explore. 299. we have to try. `Yes. `Why has the countdown stopped?' . hav en't we?' The Brigadier nodded. It was ironical. 289. I'll try to slip round behind it.' The Doctor got to his feet...`I'm afraid so. obvious that the Doctor was quite aware of the risks. It was. that his new life was almost certainly going t o be over before it had properly begun. and finish cutt ing through. `I can't do i t. So much to see. Doctor. `And we've got to try. however. `Well. 300.. The plan was suicidal. Less than five minutes to go.' Quickly he turned away and went to brief his men.. you must prepare your men for a full-scale attack on the Robot. They won't be able to harm it. Kettlewell suddenly knew that he could not a llow the countdown to go on. `The re's nothing else we can do.' said the Doctor gently. millions of people.. `The end never justifies the means. `I won't' He stabbed at the keyboard.. Most likely. he thought. There was almost no chance that the troops would be able to distract the Robot long enough to en able the Doctor to succeed. is it? Brigadier.' However worthy his motives.. Use everything you've got. The Doctor stood looking at the Robot for a mom ent. 298.' Slowly the Brigadier rose. He sighed. In the Bunker. The Brigadier's men began to form up. The Doctor prod uced his sonic screwdriver and gave it a final check. they would all be blasted into nothingn ess. 288-..' he sobbed. so much to do . he was going to be responsible for the deaths of thousands. no use standing here. A voice spoke behind him.
286. Kettlewell fac ed him bravely..' He raised the revolver.' said Sarah impatiently. `c an you reverse that countdown?' He looked at her wild-eyed. I did it a moment ago. `It's been stopped because I'm not going throught with it' Jelli coe produced a revolver.. He would be glad of an excuse to carry out his threat. Sarah at his shoulder. The countdown res umed its remorseless progress.' she said urgently. `Professor Kettlewell. Jellicoe swung round to face Har ry Sullivan. As he raised his revolver.' added Harry. He had been unable to resist watching the actual moment when the first missile would be fired. It was the last thing he saw for some time... 256. 285. Harry stepped aside to let Jellicoe fall. Sarah was shaking Kettlewell by the shou lder.Jellicoe stood in the doorway of the control room. a large fist exploded under his jaw. Kettlewell acti vated the control to open the main door. `J ust stop the thing. Kettlewell's coura ge crumbled. Kettlewell realised the man was unbal anced. The little man seemed dazed.. A little over four and a half mi nutes and-. `We've got to get o ut of here. `Resume the countdown. only Jellicoe made me. rubbin g his knuckles with quiet satisfaction. I can punch in a "hold" signal. 287. Meekly he did a s he was told. Professor. Or I'll kill you and finish it myself.' `Never mind that now. .' Kettlewell's will-power seemed to have disappeared.Someone tapped him on the shoulder. `It would take too l ong to switch off completely. and he returned to the keyboard.. 255. the countdown froze. Harry had floore d him with a classic upper-cut.' `Then open the main door. 254--. Jellicoe smiled. Once again.
The Brigadier took a deep breath. `Let's get moving. as if uncertain that he really wanted to go. first Harry. Sa rah turned when she realised he wasn't following them. the Robot heard it. With sudden courage. It swung round. then Sarah.' she whispered. levelling the Disintegrator Gun. forgotten. the door's opening again. The UNIT party was too far away to be able to help them. The doors were opening quite silently. `Look. Kettlewell d arted out and threw himself in front of the gun. and the red glow blasted him into nothingness. When the gap was wide enough. It was reeling and staggering in a state of evident distress. He was just about to give the order to attack when the Doctor tapped him on the shoulder. and it seemed unaware o f them. Low as her voice was. But the Robot was not concerned with them. at its feet. both expecting to be the next targets. The little Professor hung back. The gun had fallen. they slipped out. Harry and the others looked out at the huge metal b ack of the Robot. Sarah and Harry ran from the control room.' Almost dragging the little Professor be tween them.`Right. `I HAVE KILLED THE ONE WHO . Harry Sullivan grabbed Sarah and thre w her by main force away from the danger area. As the gun came up. Sarah and Kettlewell close behind him. `Come on. The Brigadier and his men had worked their way closer and closer to the Robot. Ke ttlewell froze like a statue.' said Harry. The Robot had already fired. And there's Harry!' In the sl owly widening gap between the doors they could see Harry peeping out. Professor. Sar ah and Harry stood quite still. With a note of agony in its voice it boomed .
Miss Winters entered the control room and f ound that her long-planned seizure of power had vanished like smoke in her hands .' he said. She took in the disaster at a glance: Jellicoe unconscious on the floor. She could hear the sound of shooting outside the control room. Some of the Thinktank staff had armed themselv es and were resisting in a last burst of fanaticism. 252. `That seems to be the last o f 'em. the c ountdown arrested. All three talked at once. Her stores-check finished. Miss Winters watched with quiet sati sfaction. Suddenly the gunfire s topped and Benton popped his head round the corner.. 253. and on the monitor screen UNIT troops were pouring into the B unker past the apparently lifeless body of the Robot.CREATED ME!' Suddenly it collapsed. who were waiting by the o pen gate. The Doctor tapped the Brigadier on the shoulder. Yards away from t he battle area. breathlessly trying to explain to each other what had been happening. and. she would have revenge. shielded only by a turn of wall. If she c ouldn't rule the world as she had planned. Sarah. and bullets ricocheted from the concrete walls. The air was loud with the s ound of shots. she would end it in flames. She sat a t the keyboard and began punching controls. The Brigadier and his men were facing spirited rearguard action in the winding corridors of the Bunker. Her hands moved faster over the keyboard. Its great weight lay motionless on the groun d. the Doctor and Harr y were having a brief and joyful reunion.. `Come on--this is our chance !' They sprinted at top speed towards Harry and Sarah. 251. The digital clock came to life again. Miss Winters acted almost without thinking. Sarah and the others followed him down the smoke- . If she couldn't have victory.
which lay just by his outstret ched hand. .' `Cancel th em. There was less than a minute to go.. The Brigadier ordered: `Get aw ay from there!' He raised his revolver. quickly scooped it up. `Too late. Miss Winters ignored him..' said Sarah. The firing instructions are about to take effect. ` But I will. Sarah caught sight of Jellicoe's revolver. a small automatic in her hand. `You won't sho ot. Mis s Winters' eyes fell. When the clock reaches zero the missiles will be fired. S he pushed her way past Harry to the front of the group. Miss Winters. Sarah saw the Brigadier freeze. `Maybe the Brigadier won't shoot. 5 7. Now move way.' For a moment the two women confronted each other. Sarah realised that she was right. `Why n ot? It's finished. She tried to avoid looking at the huddled figures strewn on th e ground. 58.' mapped the Brigadier. and aimed it at Miss Winters. She shoved her way into the room. Miss Winters indicated the digital clock. Miss Winters sat at the computer keyboard.' she said confidently. The Bri gadier was simply incapable of shooting a woman--even one who was armed and dang erous. 59. And it takes over ten mi nutes to send the cancel codes!' They all looked at the digital clock.filled corridors. Brigadier. As they arrived at the control room. She tossed her automatic on the floor and stood up.
Sarah's eyes kept moving from his intent face to the digital clock. `is that they're very sophisticated idio ts.) ... Somehow Sarah knew that every one of those tables had been committed to his ama zing memory.. it's very difficult to stop the m obeying your original order in time. He tossed the book aside. He was flicking almost ca sually through the thick black book of computer codes. is there any chance you can.. He grabbed Miss Winters by the shoulders and threw her across the room into the arms of Mr.' Th e Doctor was already sitting at the computer keyboard. Benton. like a virtuoso musician about to give an important recital. 22. his voice light and conv ersational.. `The trouble wit h computers..11 The Kidnapping of Sarah The Brigadier's sense of chivalry finally deserted him. 1 1.' (The clock read 18. as if he was trying to cheer them up. 13.' (6. As he worked. 5.) `..' (15.' said the Doctor chattily.. even if you order them to destroy you!' (12... 10.. Doctor. His hands started flickering over the keyboard in a blur of speed. 4.) `So if you happen to change your mind. `Get that wretched woman out of my sight. 17.....) `They do exactly what you tell them at amazi ng speed.. 21. It now read 23. 14. The Doctor pushed back his sleeves. the Doctor chatted away. 16...
It was hard to realise that they had escaped just a little time ago. and the figures began to whizz upward--until the dial once more stood at a rea ssuring Soo. `Jolly good show. His curly hair seemed to stand up round his head with sheer excitement. `Ruddy marvellous. Unnoticed. Pandemonium broke out in the little control room. There was a click and a whirr . jubilant men any longer. the strands of broken cord. and stopped there. 2. heartfelt. But th ere was something in the little storeroom that had not been there when Sarah lef t. she felt tired and drained. Doctor . For some reason she stopped and looked ins ide. she passed the storeroom where she and Harry had been held prisoner. A panel in the wall slid . were exactly as they had left them. The digital counter read 3. She was also shocked by the realisation that she really had been prepared to shoot Miss Winters. sitting back with a final flourish. Now that the crisis wa s over. What she now wanted more th an anything else was a long rest. airless room full of noisy. The Brigadier.' Harry was shouting. The tw o chairs.`But not impossible!' concluded the Doctor. Be nton and Harry all crowded round the computer terminal. Going along the corridor. ` 'Strewth!' The Doct or got so many hearty slaps on the back that he was in grave danger of being kno cked off his chair.. `Ruddy blooming m arvellous!' From Benton there came only a long. Suddenly she couldn't bear to stay in the tiny . All Sarah could do was lean weakly against the wall.' said the Brigadier. she slipped ou t of the control room. and the enormous grin on his face was enough to light up the whole r oom.
The Robot pulled he r through the secret panel. the first disappearance to be no ticed wasn't Sarah's at all--it was the Robot's. Sarah's absence was not at first noticed. all the UNIT troops had felt sure that someone else had taken charge of it. but had assumed that she was going home to rest. the Robot had been nowhere in sight. and the storeroom once more s tood silent and empty. The Brigadier had simply assumed that some of his men had carted it away. It wasn't un til he tried contacting her to ask if she'd seen the Robot. The Brigadier dimly remembered seeing Sarah slipping away from the control room bef ore everyone else. and reports to be written.. The vanishing of Sarah and the Robot was discussed at considerable length. it reached out a nd took her neck almost delicately between the fingers and thumb of one great me tal hand. It wasn't until the Doc tor expressed a desire to examine it that its disappearance became apparent. There were mino r prisoners to be questioned. When the Brigadier and the others had left the Bunker on their way back to UNIT H. So gentle was its touch that Sarah felt only the slightest pressure. Similarly. It closed behind them. The Brigadier and his c olleagues were suddenly very busy men. that it became appar ent that Sarah was also missing. S he stood quite still and silent.open--to reveal the Robot! As Sarah opened her mouth to scream. Irritated by these mysterious events in an affa ir he'd thought to be safely concluded. . scarcely daring to breathe. the Brigadier held an enquiry in his off ice. In fact. No one could account for its di sappearance.Q. It was the Doctor who first suggested that there might be a connection between t he two events.
remember. Doctor?' `Oh. `All right. Benton. and search outwa rds from there. `Find one and you'll find the other.' The room beh ind the secret panel was surprisingly large and comfortable. It must be in a trauma tic state. start at the Bunker. we go b ack to Thinktank. That thing's v irtually human. don't you?' Harry Sullivan scratched his head.' `Yes.' the Brigadier said curtly. and the supplies of food and drink were of a higher standard than in the outer s toreroom.. What's more natural than that it should turn to the one person w ho ever showed it kindness?' The Brigadier stood up. but I still don't see. `Are you sure. Whatever the mental state of our metal friend.. I want it found a s soon as possible. . `That may b e. `And Sarah too. the man who created it. wellfurnished. Raise every man you can. Doctor. She guessed that the Robot most have been hidden there when first take n to the Bunker.The Brigadier groaned at the thought of this fresh complication. `But wh y. Doctor? Why should the wretched thing kidnap Sarah?' The Doctor looked grave. It was carpeted.' `Use your intelligence.' `And Sarah too. man. `It killed Kettlewell. and its retentive mind had remembered the hiding place for futu re use. I think so.' reminded the Doctor. It's suffered a tremendous emotional shock!' The Brigadier was in no mood to waste sympathy on the psychological sufferings of a machine. Sarah thought it mu st have been designed as a sort of inner sanctum for VIPs--a place they could re treat to if life in the main Bunker broke down.
The mind of the Robot had broken under the strain of a ll its confusion and suffering. and she had guessed that the search was moving away from them. Harry Sull ivan. It was completely mad. All it did was touch her very gently upon the shoulder. EVEN IF THEY DO I SHA LL DESTROY THEM'. A while ago they had heard the s ound of soldiers searching the storeroom. it's all over. The Robot had long ago released its grip on her. She flinched away as the great metal hand reached out for her. Then the sounds had grown f ainter. though under the cir cumstances her appetite had been far from good. and Sarah had been far too frightened to call out. you know. `What's the point of that?' said Sarah. but they hadn't found the secret panel . but it didn't help her to get out of the place alive. thought Sarah. YOU ALONE WILL HE SPARED.Which was all very well. What can you do on your own?' `I C AN BRING ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL HUMANITY.' Once again the Bri gadier's Land-Rover was parked in the clump of trees near the Bunker. `What's the use of mor e killing? I keep telling you. She had even ma naged to make a light meal on tinned lobster and champagne.' `THEY WILL NOT FIND US. `DO NOT FEAR. speaking with a confidence that she did not feel. and she was free to move about--as long as she didn't go too near the exit panel. . She turne d to the Robot. the Doctor and the Brigadier all stood round it in gloomy silence. `They're bound to find us in the end.' Sarah realised that Kettlewell' s prophecy had come tree. SARAH.
sir.Q. he was in a very chatty mood.' Benton c oughed.' The Brigadier gave him a disgusted look.' . maybe w e could. `if this virus does attack the metal the Robot's made of.' `Tell you something we haven't thoug ht of. I'll try reasoning with it..' B enton went on. `Well. I think he even said it could grow. chatting--tal king--to Miss Smith. `Did he now? Well.' His voice tailed off as he realised that the Doctor was staring at h im with unnerving intentness.' `So I just thought. sir. `It's probably a pretty daft idea .' said the Doctor suddenly. once--just once--i t would be nice to meet an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets.. Called it living metal. Doctor. but I don't promise anyth ing. `Excuse me. sir. Mr. sir. `Sony.' he said. `Just what are we going to do with the thing w hen we do find it? I mean. `Do get to the point!' ` Well. walkietalkie in his hands..' The Brigadier fingered his revolver. I suppose it's logical enough. but the bigger it gets.. `Still nothing. Benton. sort of rambli ng on. Bent on shook his head.' `He's not the only one. but when Professor Kettlewell was at H. We're extending the search area. well. the thinner we're spread. he said something about the Robot being made of a new alloy he'd invented. Something that attacked his living metal.. `He also said something about a virus. `You know.' The Doctor suddenly became interested ..' snapped the Brigadier. However-' Desperately Benton floundered on.They all looked up eagerly as Benton approached. sir. that's all very interesting.
Mr. `Don't harm him!' T he Robot paused. In the secret room. `Where to now?' `WE SHALL RETURN TO THE CONTROL ROOM.' he said. deciding he might as well go with the Doc tor as sit about watching the search. he was wondering if he'd made the right decision. come with me. and motioned Sarah to go through. `Take it by all means. holding on for dear l ife. `Listen. Sarah looked up at the Robot.The Doctor cried. Most of the UNIT troops were being used in the search. The Bunker was deserted now. `No!' Sarah called. A few minutes later. Harry nodded and concentrated on staying in the L andRover. The sentry backed away in horror. arm still raised for the blow. don't shoot. the Robot seemed to reach a sudden decision.. They came out into the storeroom. `Nice turn of speed. The Doctor glanced over his shoulder. The Robot lifted its arm to strike him down. I must get to Kettlewell's laboratory at once. The Doctor slid quickly behind the wheel and started the Land-Rover. as they swung on t o the main road on two wheels. Now!' .' he yelled.. Har ry Sullivan jumped into the back seat. One sentry alone had been left to guard the Bunker. Sarah spoke to the sentry in a l ow. It's a perfectly splendid idea.' He strode away to urge the searchers to new e fforts. `Not a bit of it. Just leave quietly. It pr essed the button that opened the hidden panel.' The Robot led the way along the concrete corridors. urgent voice. raising his gun. Sarah and the Robot turned a corner and almost walked into him. Doctor. Brigadier. All prisoners and wounded had long ago been removed. Benton. `Mr. Benton. ' The Brigadier waved towards his Land-Rover. these things. some transport please.
599. Sarah continued. and hurled himself through the closing gap just in time.. A casual flick of the Robot's arm sent her f lying across the room. you mustn't!' She made a ridiculous attempt to pull it away from the keyboard. do as I say. She thudded against a wall. `No!' she sobbed. The Robot lowered its arm and moved on towards the control room as if nothing had happened. `I DESTROYED KETTLEWELL . Terrified at the thought of being locked in with the Robot. Suddenly Sarah realised what the Robot was trying to do. He wouldn't want you to go on.. sidled cautiously past the Robot. As he ran towards it he heard a low throbb ing. Don't argue and don't try and rescue me.. `Please. and slid down to the floor. Picking himself up. The digital clock started to click out the countdown. he headed towar ds the cluster of UNIT vehicles in a stumbling run. To his horror. NOW I MUST SEE THAT HIS PLAN DOES NOT FAIL. With curious delicacy. Before he could speak. Just go!' To her relief the soldier nodded.' `But Kettlewell changed his mind. Light s were flashing agitatedly on its forehead. which had been left standing open. 598. The sentry ran along the corridors towards the main doo r. it s big fingers tapped lightly at the keyboard.The sentry opened his mouth to protest. The Robot moved away from the door control and crossed to the computer terminal. he burst into a final despera te sprint. and then ran down t he corridor. `No.' Slowly the Robot swung round to face her. `Why?' The Robot spoke without turning. collapsing o n the ground-as the doors closed behind him. 600. and Sarah could have .'W hy?' she sobbed.. he realised that the doors were starting to close.
sworn she could see the anguish in its great metal face. Completely ignoring her arguments about Kettlewell, the Robot replied with a strangely human illogicali ty. `ONCE MANKIND IS DESTROYED I SHALL BUILD MORE MACHINES LIKE MYSELF. MACHINES DO NOT LIE. MANKIND IS NOT WORTHY TO SURVIVE.' The countdown clock ticked remor selessly away. No one had touched Professor Kettlewell's laboratory since the Do ctor's struggle with the Robot. It was still in as much of a shambles as when he left it. After a lengthy search through Kettlewell's chaotic filing system the Doctor finally located some scrawled notes relating to the `metal virus.' He was now trying to produce the virus itself, watched by a baffled Harry. Peering at a tattered tea-stained scrap of paper, the Doctor muttered furiously, `Why didn' t the silly man write up his experiments properly? Eh?' He glared at Harry as if it was his fault. The UNIT walkie-talkie on the bench beside the Doctor suddenl y crackled into life. `Doctor, are you there? This is the Brigadier. Do you read me? Over.' Immersed in his experiments, the Doctor absently swept the squawking radio off the bench. Harry fielded it neatly, flicked the switch and said, `Thi s is Sullivan, sir. The Doctor's a little preoccupied at the moment.' `Tell him we've found the Robot!' Harry said, `They've found the Robot, Doctor!' The Docto r poured the contents of one beaker into another and grunted. Feeling that a war mer response was called for, Harry said, `Well done, sir. Where is it?'
`In the Bunker. It's locked itself in there with Sarah.' The Doctor jumped so qu ickly he almost sent his experiment flying. He began to stride round the laborat ory, kicking debris out of his way and talking to himself. `Now why would it do that? Yes, yes, of course. Oedipal conflict leading to excessive guilt and overcompensation.' He grabbed the walkie-talkie from Harry and snapped, `Brigadier, the Robot will try to carry out Kettlewell's plan. Is the computer terminal in t he bunker still active?' `I imagine to. No one thought to shut it down.' `What a bout the fail-safe procedures--are they still in operation?' `Far as I know, Doc tor. They were set in motion when we first attacked the bunker.' `Listen to me, Brigadier. Warn all the powers concerned. Fail-safe procedures must not be termi nated. They must be continued and speeded up. The emergency is not over.' Tossin g the receiver back to Harry, the Doctor returned to his experiment. The fail-sa fe would work or it wouldn't. In any event he had to continue with his experimen t. Sarah looked on in despair as the countdown ticked into its final phase. Her chief emotion was one of bitter disappointment. To fail like this after all thei r previous efforts! The countdown had dropped to double figures by now. 19, 18, 17... Suddenly a light flashed above the keyboard. The ticking of the figures se emed to slow down. An illuminated sign flashed above the terminal. `CANCEL, CANC EL, CANCEL. FAIL-SAFE PROCEDURE NOW OPERATIVE.' The clock read, 11, 10, 9... and then it stopped. Once again it
clicked and whirred its way back to 600. The fail-safe procedures, too late to b e of help in foiling Miss Winters, had at least worked in time to prevent this s econd attempt. Sarah gasped with relief. `They used the fail-safe. Please won't you give it up now?' The Robot stood as if brooding. There was a note of obsessi on in its voice. `HUMANITY IS CORRUPT. EVIL. IT MUST BE DESTROYED.' `How can you take on the whole world? All that will happen is that they'll destroy you.' `DO NOT FEAR. I CANNOT HE DESTROYED. I AM INVINCIBLE.' It touched the control that opened the main doors, and strode from the room. Struggling to her feet, Sarah s tumbled after it. The Brigadier and his men watched as the Bunker doors began to open. The Robot stalked out, Sarah following close behind. The soldiers instinc tively raised their weapons as the Robot came nearer. The Brigadier shouted, `No one open fire till I give the order. We most give Miss Smith every chance to ge t clear.' Much good it will do when we do fire, he thought. The best they could hope for was a safe retreat, taking Sarah with them. And where was the Doctor wh en he was needed? Mucking about with chemicals in Kettlewell's laboratory! The h uge metal figure continued its advance. The Brigadier watched it in helpless rag e. The enemy was in his sights and he still had no weapon capable of dealing wit h it. Or had he? Struck by a sudden inspiration, the Brigadier said, `Mr. Benton , what happened to the Disintegrator Gun after the Robot dropped it? Did we lose that as well?' Benton shook his head. `No, sir. Locked it away in the arms truc k myself.'
But i t didn't.. Looming far above the trees and the buildings the metal colossus strode towards him. The Brigadier rai sed the Disintegrator Gun and fired.. .`Then get it--right away!' Benton ran off and was back in seconds clutching the strange-looking weapon. As soon as he was with in range. He staggered back in amazement as the Robot grew larg er and larger. The Brigadier took it from him. It grew instead.. swelling to the size of a giant. and a trigger here. the Brigadier marched steadily towards the.Robot. he called out to Sarah... Cocking mechanism here.. Grasping it firmly.. run! Get away from it!' Sarah das hed from the Robot's side and started sprinting for the trees. Weird looking thing--but a gun was a gun. `Miss Smith.. The Brigadier waited for it to disappear. The Robot glowed fiery red. He felt the weapon hum with power in his ha nds.
' said Benton quietly. `Get away from here as fast and as far as you can. `All of you. This time the booming voice seemed to fill the sky. echoing round the horizon. Sarah screame d as a vast shadow loomed over her. catching up with her in a few enormous strides.' said the Brigadier. it moved away from the Brigadier and went after Sarah. up. scrabbling for a hold.12 The Giant Terror It was Sarah who saved the astonished Brigadier from being squashed like an ant. I'm staying here to k eep it under observation. `YOU CANNO T ESCAPE. SEE HOW I DEAL WITH OUR ENEMIES. the Robot was almost upon them. into the vehicles. aware that something was happe ning behind her. She was still running frantically for the trees. She screamed and fr antically clutched a concrete ledge.' The hand stretched out and deposited Sarah carefully on the highest point of the Bunker's tower. I t lifted her up. From its tremendous height. An enormous fo ot lashed out at the last vehicle to . The Robot turned and strode towards the soldiers. but not sure what. As the vehicles began to roar away. up. The Brigadier had to fight to keep his voice stead y as the giant Robot marched towards them. and an enormous metal hand came down from th e skies.' he o rdered. It scooped her up as a small boy might snatch up a runaway pet mouse. until she was on a level with the giant face. Both dived for the nearest ditch. sir. Changing direction. `Then yo u'd better take cover.' `I'm staying too. the Robot spotte d her scurrying figure.
sir.. It stood bestriding the Bunker. harried by the Robot like mice by a cat. the Robot had tu rned away. wheeled high above the Robot.' Apparently tiring of its sport with the convoy. I've no time to argue with you.leave. The UNIT convoy continued its retreat. The creature exists. The giant feet stamped a Land-Rover into twisted metal. `I assure you. and then started swatting them like flies. As the R obot was flailing savagely at the planes. The jet planes began to dive towards the Robot. Cautiously. it returned with others. the torn canvas of its hood flapping in the wind. T he Robot staggered a little. We'll need planes. Send a spotter plane and call me back. and was pouring out his sto ry to a totally credulous Cabinet Minister. . their rocket cannons streaking out lines of flame.. Benton and the Brigadier emerged from hiding. It can probably be seen for several miles by now. No. then disappeared--obviously to repor t what it had seen. anything that's available. We may have to use atomic weapons. Yes. where it hung like some incred ible metal bird. It landed in a tree. Their only hope lay in not being seen. Loo k. The Brigadier and Benton crouched low. as if waiting for fresh opponents to conque r. he avy artillery. Soon a droning sound could be heard high above them. sending the lorry and its crew flying though the air like a discarded toy . A jet fighter came out o f the clouds. about fifty feet high. I am neither dru nk nor mad. the Doctor and Harry arrived in the Br igadier's Land-Rover. The Brigadier had managed to contact Whitehall on the radio-link. it isn't still growing. It picked up a lorry and flung it across the fields. Minutes later. sir. allowing the few surviving vehicles to reach the safety of the main r oad. O ver and out.
' `Thank you my boy. The Land-Rover was already on its way.' protested the Brigadier. Brigadier!' Their ammunition exhausted. `Do y ou really think you can tackle that monster with a bucket of jollop?' But he was too late. Brigadier. Really. It took all Harry's nerve to s end the Land-Rover rocketing straight towards the metal monster. The last of the squadron pulled out of its dive too late.' `Thereby giving it exactly the colossal infus ion of energy it needed to grow. the jet fighters zoomed away over the horizon. With any luck it'll solve all our prob lems.' The two men changed places. and the giant metal fist smashed it flaming to the gro und. `I tried to dispose of it with the Disintegrator Gun.' The Doctor nodded towards Harry Sullivan. who was clutching an enormous plastic bucket in which a strange looking fluid sloshed and foamed. Doctor. It's an active solution of his "metal virus". `Now just a minute. `I see our little problem has grown. `I'll dr ive you. What happened?' The Brigadier looked shamefaced.' Harry passed the Doctor the plastic bucket. They'll probabl y try bombers next time. and Harry star ted the Land-Rover's engine. He could almost feel one of those huge metal feet coming down to .The Doctor nodded towards the angry Robot. `What the blazes is that stuff .' `I very much hope that won't be necessary. `RAF boys didn't have much luck. The Brigadier looked away. Doctor?' `Another piece of brilliance from the late Professor Kettlewell. Harry. Hand it over.
they heard a high-pitched voice coming from somewhere . `Not a bit of it. They bounced up and down over the torn-up ground. Benton and the Brigadier followed him. he said. smaller. that.' A rusty brown stain was sp reading over the Robot's foot. where I threw the solution. until it was back to its normal size. With amazing speed it began to spread--creeping u p the legs.. He swerved frantically. From the corner of his eye Harry glimpsed a metal hand reaching down to grab them. As the stain spread. The Doctor nodded. As they drew up he turned to look at the result of their efforts. and Ha rry clung grimly to the wheel. They came closer and closer to the towering metal figure. At first it seemed they had achie ved nothing at all. When the transformation was complete. across the body.' The Doctor shook his head. The Brigadier said. As t hey approached. It was standing like a colossal statue. and shot the LandRover straight between the Robot's legs.squash them like a bug. `Look--the left foot.. the Robot began to shrink smaller.. and along the arms. you see. Harry swung the Land-Rover a round in a sweeping curve. smaller. Suddenly the Doctor gripped the Brigadier's arm. As he did so. It ought to work ev en faster if anything.. ` It threw the growth process into reverse. satisfied. the rays of the sun reflecte d from its huge metallic frame. it pitched forward on to the ground and l ay motionless.' Worriedly he shaded his eyes with his hand and peered at the Robot.' He began to walk towards t he prone figure of the Robot. the Doctor stood up in his seat and dashed the foami ng contents of the bucket over one vast metal foot. Harry. and headed back to the Brigadier. `Very interesting. `Maybe the stuff won't work now the thin g's that size.
A little sadly. and it had done terrible things. of course It was insane at the end. But they m ade it like that. Doctor. She didn't seem to see t he Doctor as he approached. y ou know. `forgotten all a bout the poor girl. At first.' He sighed. A look of regret appeared in the Doctor's face. `Good grief. `Doctor. but the Brigadier's held on ly grim satisfaction. the Doctor turned and walked away.' .above their heads.' He reache d out and touched the Robot withthe toe of one shoe.. was calling and w aving frantically. it crumb led away in to a sort of rusty brown dust. `Sarah?' he said gently.' The Doctor said. Sarah. Before their eyes.' Sarah gulped. do something about Miss Smith. `I'll have it taken away and broken up this time--just in case. `I don't think there'll be any need for that. It's just that.' said the Brigadier contritely. `I had to do it. would you?' As Be nton ran off on his errand of rescue. She was sitting on a stool gazing sadly into space. still clinging to the tower of the Bunker. and soon there was nothing left.. s carf round his neck. he failed to notice Sar ah. `Yes. Oh.. She looked up at him. almos t on the point of tears. hat pulled over his eyes. it was to human. The Doctor sneaked rather furtively into his own laboratory. at first. the three men stood looking down at the Ro bot. `Help! Help! Please won't someone get me down from here!' The y looked up. A gust of wind sent it swirling acros s the ground.. Benton. Mr. and made a determined effort to control her voice.
. `As a matter of fact. `wants m e to address the Cabinet. . an d write seventeen reports in triplicate. Sarah?' Sarah looked at h im. She looked at t he Doctor. and sucked his knuckles. She a nd the Doctor both took jelly babies and munched in silence for a while. Sarah. `It was a wonderful being.' said the Doctor. Or what kind of terrifying danger she'd run in to. yelped.' said the Doctor crossly. I won't!' The D octor slammed his fist down on the bench.. I won't. Repro vingly Sarah said. `Have a jelly baby?' Sarah managed a rather watery smile. The very idea was ridiculous.' He fished in his pocket and produced a crumpled paper bag. commitme nts to honour. `Come with me?' he said once more. I think you could say it was human. `Come with me. `What y ou need. `Is a change. and great evil. Capable of great good. `Cheer up.' h e said abruptly. I won't. `Doctor. rather indistinctly. have lunch at Downing Street. `Of course I am. Well. How about a little trip in the TARDIS?' He lowered his voice confidentially. If she went off in the TARDIS there was no telling where or when she'd end up.' `The Brigadier.' He looked at her in surprise . She had deadlines to meet.The Doctor put a consoling arm around her shoulders. dinner at the Palace. Yes. you're being childish. No point in being grown-up if you can't be childish' He produ ced his key and opened the TARDIS door. His whole face was alight with mischief and the joy of living. I'm just off myself!' `Doctor. you can't just go!' `Why can't I? It's a free co smos!' `But the Brigadier. of course.
`Well naturally. Doctor--' He noticed the open TARDIS door. and lowered his voice..' And in Harry went.' said Sarah warningly. `The Brigadier's after you. Har ry tried to straighten him out.' Harry gave a patronising sigh.. hullo. Harry laughed heartily. And we know police boxes don't go careering about in time and space.. The Doctor beamed. A many-sided column filled the entire centre of the room. you wouldn' t care to step inside for a moment? Just to convince me that it's all an illusio n?' Harry shrugged. you're a reasonable man. He motio ned Harry towards the TARDIS. In that old police box. `All right. and I'm a reasonable man. As Sarah was about to en ter the TARDIS. `Now then. but he was in no mood for inter ruption.Sarah smiled. old chap.' said the Doctor earnestly. Doctor. With the best possible intentions. She could well remember the shock of h er own first look inside the TARDIS. `In that old police box. The Doctor was such a brilliant chap in so many ways. `Hullo.' he said airily. Harry Sullivan bustled into the lab. Doctor. `In you go. old chap.. `Tell you what.' she said. Instea d of the little box he had been expecting. What a pity he still clung to this odd delusion. `It would make me feel much bet ter!' `Now Doctor. if you think it would help you at a ll. `Do we?' `Of course we do!' The Doctor mov ed a little closer. he found himself in a huge well-lit c ontrol room. `Just a little trip. . I suppose?' `That's right.' The Doctor stared at him. The Doctor gave her a wicked grin. and what are we up to now?' The Doctor had become very fond of Harry.' `Oh it would.
old chap. `Harry. who stood smiling by his side. which of course was totally absurd! T he Doctor strode happily across to the console and started manipulating the cont rols. and a strange groaning noise filled the air. .' he said severely.' he s aid indignantly. The Brigadier sank down upon a stool. ` I absolutely forbid you.. `Doctor. I'm afraid you're in for a bit of a sho ck.. `I say. Sarah patte d him on the shoulder. The door closed behind them. `Well bless my soul. Harry turned to Sar ah. The TARDIS faded away b efore his eyes.. since the place was bigger on the inside than on the outside. `He's off again!' And so he was.' At the sound of the all-too-familiar groaning noise.Obviously he must have gone through some kind of trick door. The central section of the console started to rise and fall..' But he was already too late. look here!' he protested. the Brigadier came c harging down the corridor and into the laboratory.
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