cry of fear. Sticking out of the snow a few feet away was a hand.
‘Doctor!’ she screamed, and began to claw frantically at the snow. Moments later strong arms arrived and pulled the inert figure of the Doctor from the snow. Desperately Sarah slapped his face to try and revive him. ‘Doctor! Wake up! Wake Up !’
For a while nothing happened. Then slowly one eye opened and winked. The grin she knew so well spread across the Doctor’s face and he spoke. ‘Good morning.’
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back. She was never more grateful in her life to hear those two simple words.
Harrison Chase sat in his library glowing with triumph. On the desk in front of him stood the thermocontainer.
‘Well open it! Open it!’ he ordered. Keeler removed the lid to reveal the pod. Chase stared at it with greedy fascination.
‘I must hold it,’ he whispered and lovingly lifted out the strange, green object.
‘It’s all right in its present state,’ advised Keeler, ‘but we must be careful.’
‘Why?’
‘The other pod infected one of their men.’
Chase abruptly replaced the pod. ‘Infected? What happened?’
Keeler explained.
‘Incredible! ‘ said Chase. ‘You’re sure the other one was destroyed?’
‘The whole scientific base, and everybody in it, was obliterated,’ said Scorby smugly.
‘Excellent. Regrettable, but excellent.’ Chase gazed at the pod once more. ‘Think of it, gentlemen,’ he said. ‘If the theory is correct, this has come to us across thousands of years and millions of miles.’
‘The last few miles caused a bit of trouble,’ muttered Scorby.
‘Trouble?’ scoffed Chase. ‘Nothing would be too much trouble for this !’ The intercom buzzed on his desk. ‘Yes, Hargreaves?’
‘Mr Dunbar of WEB is here to see you, sir.’
‘Send him in.’ Chase clicked off the receiver.
A moment later, a distraught looking Dunbar was ushered in. He hesitated at the sight of Keeler and Scorby.
‘It’s all right,’ explained Chase smoothly. ‘These are the two men who brought back the pod.’
Dunbar spoke with suppressed fury. ‘I had no idea you would go to such terrible lengths to get it!’
‘The destruction of the others was necessary.’ Chase spoke without emotion.
‘Necessary!’ repeated Dunbar, appalled.
‘You’ve been handsomely rewarded for your part, Dunbar, so put on a stiff upper lip and forget your qualms. The object has been achieved.’ Chase gestured towards the pod. ‘We can all relax.’
Dunbar took a pace forward. ‘Not quite.’
Chase stiffened. ‘What do you mean?’
‘They weren’t all wiped out. That’s what I came to warn you about. The Doctor and his assistant are still alive.’
‘Impossible!’ hissed Chase.
‘The Doctor is meeting us at WEB in an hour’s time.’ Dunbar waited for the effect of his news.
Keeler and Scorby shifted uneasily on the spot. Chase turned to face them, his eyes blazing: ‘You asinine bunglers! ‘
‘You were very lucky, Doctor.’
The speaker was Sir Colin Thackeray, Director of the World Ecology Bureau, a large distinguished-looking man with a rather precise manner.
‘Simple presence of mind,’ replied the Doctor dismissively.
‘Are you quite certain it was sabotage?’ Dunbar spoke now.
‘That explosion was no accident,’ said Sarah Jane firmly. She had recovered from the ordeal but appeared tired after the trip back to England.
Sir Colin looked puzzled. ‘Why on earth should anyone want to possess a thing like that so badly?’
‘Greed! The most dangerous impulse in the