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Darlington, would he be able to conduct an experiment on this scale. 'Come on everybody!' he said turning his attention to the workforce. 'We haven't much time.'
The unlikely stonemasons were making good progress. 'Nearly there, Doctor! Doctor?' The Doctor, as usual, had wandered off. A Corinthian pillar at the far end of the hall had drawn his attention.
'The Master's TARDIS!' he exclaimed as the Professor joined him.
'That pillar?'
'Of course, that's where he's hidden the other passengers.' Hayter gulped. 'It's not big enough!'
'Something else for me to explain later,' said the Doctor casually.
The Professor's spine tingled. 'That revolutionises the whole concept of relative dimension!' He all but genuflected in front of the Doctor. 'Oh Doctor, if only I were a younger man and had the time to make use of your knowledge.'
'Time? That's another thing,' replied the Doctor tantalisingly.
Worlds within worlds, universes beyond the known universe kaleidoscoped in the Professor's mind. He was dizzy with excitement.
But something else had attracted the Doctor's attention. 'What's this?'
A cable snaked out of the half-open door of the Master's TARDIS.
'I want to see where this goes.'
He followed the trail. It soon became clear that the trunking encircled the rotunda. Various components were connected at regular intervals.'
'An induction loop!' cried the Doctor. 'So that's how he generated the time contour!'
Hayter looked at him, desperate now to understand more of the Doctor's amazing technology.
'Don't you see what this means?'
'I certainly do not,' said the Professor who would have given his pension to know the half of it.
A terrible new urgency entered the Doctor's voice. 'The Master's already harnessing the power in the loop. The Sanctum!'
He dashed back to where Angela was acting as unofficial site foreman on the demolition of the rotunda wall. The Professor, who could hardly wait for
a peep into the Master's TARDIS, followed reluctantly.
'We've got to get that wall down at once!' the Doctor shouted. 'Tegan and Nyssa are behind it!'
In Kalid's chamber Scobie was investigating the apparatus beneath the crystal ball. He was totally at sea with the outlandish components.
The return of the Master was heralded by the same whirring they had heard when the police box first vanished.
'Quickly!' shouted Captain Stapley, and he pushed Roger Scobie and Andrew Bilton into a dark recess.
The three men had hardly recovered from the further amazement of watching the TARDIS reappear when the Master opened the door and stormed towards the pedestal in the centre of the chamber.
Like a car thief, indignant that his stolen vehicle has broken dov/n on him, the Master fretted and fumed as he sorted various circuit boards from his own TARDIS. How typical of the Doctor to travel in a machine that was unserviced, unsafe, and light years out of date!
'I've got an idea,' whispered Captain Stapley. 'Roger, you wait here for the Doctor. Andrew, you come with me.'
Stapley and Bilton tiptoed across the chamber, right behind the Master's back, and into the Doctor's TARDIS.
As Bilton and Stapley walked through the double doors into the TARDIS
control room they staggered to a halt, stunned with the disbelief of any stranger who enters the time machine that something could be larger inside than out.
'I don't believe it,' said Andrew Bilton.
But wonder was a luxury they could ill afford. They had, possibly, only seconds before the Master returned.
'You're never going to try and take off!' Andrew was watching the Captain as he scrutinised the instruments on the console.
'Of course not. But somewhere there must be a control for those doors.'
'We lock the Master out of the TARDIS?'
'Maybe not out of the TARDIS, but at least we can keep him off the flight deck.' Stapley looked round, daunted
The unlikely stonemasons were making good progress. 'Nearly there, Doctor! Doctor?' The Doctor, as usual, had wandered off. A Corinthian pillar at the far end of the hall had drawn his attention.
'The Master's TARDIS!' he exclaimed as the Professor joined him.
'That pillar?'
'Of course, that's where he's hidden the other passengers.' Hayter gulped. 'It's not big enough!'
'Something else for me to explain later,' said the Doctor casually.
The Professor's spine tingled. 'That revolutionises the whole concept of relative dimension!' He all but genuflected in front of the Doctor. 'Oh Doctor, if only I were a younger man and had the time to make use of your knowledge.'
'Time? That's another thing,' replied the Doctor tantalisingly.
Worlds within worlds, universes beyond the known universe kaleidoscoped in the Professor's mind. He was dizzy with excitement.
But something else had attracted the Doctor's attention. 'What's this?'
A cable snaked out of the half-open door of the Master's TARDIS.
'I want to see where this goes.'
He followed the trail. It soon became clear that the trunking encircled the rotunda. Various components were connected at regular intervals.'
'An induction loop!' cried the Doctor. 'So that's how he generated the time contour!'
Hayter looked at him, desperate now to understand more of the Doctor's amazing technology.
'Don't you see what this means?'
'I certainly do not,' said the Professor who would have given his pension to know the half of it.
A terrible new urgency entered the Doctor's voice. 'The Master's already harnessing the power in the loop. The Sanctum!'
He dashed back to where Angela was acting as unofficial site foreman on the demolition of the rotunda wall. The Professor, who could hardly wait for
a peep into the Master's TARDIS, followed reluctantly.
'We've got to get that wall down at once!' the Doctor shouted. 'Tegan and Nyssa are behind it!'
In Kalid's chamber Scobie was investigating the apparatus beneath the crystal ball. He was totally at sea with the outlandish components.
The return of the Master was heralded by the same whirring they had heard when the police box first vanished.
'Quickly!' shouted Captain Stapley, and he pushed Roger Scobie and Andrew Bilton into a dark recess.
The three men had hardly recovered from the further amazement of watching the TARDIS reappear when the Master opened the door and stormed towards the pedestal in the centre of the chamber.
Like a car thief, indignant that his stolen vehicle has broken dov/n on him, the Master fretted and fumed as he sorted various circuit boards from his own TARDIS. How typical of the Doctor to travel in a machine that was unserviced, unsafe, and light years out of date!
'I've got an idea,' whispered Captain Stapley. 'Roger, you wait here for the Doctor. Andrew, you come with me.'
Stapley and Bilton tiptoed across the chamber, right behind the Master's back, and into the Doctor's TARDIS.
As Bilton and Stapley walked through the double doors into the TARDIS
control room they staggered to a halt, stunned with the disbelief of any stranger who enters the time machine that something could be larger inside than out.
'I don't believe it,' said Andrew Bilton.
But wonder was a luxury they could ill afford. They had, possibly, only seconds before the Master returned.
'You're never going to try and take off!' Andrew was watching the Captain as he scrutinised the instruments on the console.
'Of course not. But somewhere there must be a control for those doors.'
'We lock the Master out of the TARDIS?'
'Maybe not out of the TARDIS, but at least we can keep him off the flight deck.' Stapley looked round, daunted
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