015 - Doctor Who and the Daemons

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Doctor Who is strangely concerned about Professor
Horner’s plan to cut open an ancient barrow near the
peaceful village of Devil’s End.
Equally worried is Miss Hawthorne, the local white witch,
who foretells a terrible disaster if he goes ahead.
The only person who wants the Professor to open the
barrow is the new vicar (in truth THE MASTER) whose
secret ceremonies are designed to conjure up from out of
the barrow a horribly powerful being...
ISBN 0 426 10444 7
DOCTOR WHO
AND THE
DAEMONS
Based on the BBC television serial The Daemons by Guy
Leopold by arrangement with the British Broadcasting
Corporation
BARRY LETTS
Illustrated by Alan Willow
published by
The Paperback Division of
W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd
A Target Book
Published in 1974
by the Paperback Division of W.H. Allen & Co. Ltd.
A Howard & Wyndham Company
44 Hill Street, London WIX 8LB
Copyright © 1974 by Barry Lets and Guy Leopold
‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © 1974 by the British
Broadcasting Corporation
Printed in Great Britain by
The Anchor Press Ltd, Tiptree, Essex
ISBN 0 426 11332 2
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by
way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or
otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in
any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is
published and without a similar condition including this
condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
CONTENTS
Prologue
1 The White Witch
2 The New Vicar
3 The Opening of the Barrow
4 The Appearance of the Beast
5 The Heat Barrier
6 Meetings
7 Explanations
8 The Second Appearance
9 Into Danger
10 The Third Appearance
11 The Rescue
12 Into the Cavern
13 The Sacrifice
Epilogue
Prologue
Thunder rumbled ominously; fitful lightning mocked
the darkness of the green with a sudden day; a few
threatening drops of rain splashed heavily on the cobbled
road...
‘G’night, Josh.’
‘’Night, Pete. ’Night, Tom.’
Old Josh Wilkins turned reluctantly away from the
friendly light of the pub and set off across the green.
‘What’s the matter with the dratted dog...? pulling fit to
choke hisself. Wants to get home, I reckon. Don’t blame him;
we’re in for a soaker. Better cut through churchyard...’
Josh shivered, turned up the collar of his jacket and
plodded on.
All at once, the sky split open with a crack that jolted
Josh’s old heart, and the rain came. In a moment he was wet
to the skin.
‘Hey! Come back, Dan, you great fool!’
The dog, yelping hysterically, had pulled the lead from
his master’s hand and dashed through the churchyard gate.
Cursing under his breath, Josh stumbled after him.
Suddenly the, barking became a howl like a scream of
fear. A high-pitched chattering noise cut through the hiss of
the rain.
Josh stopped, irrational terror clutching at his throat.
But the dog was silent. He had to know.
Fearfully, he rounded the corner of the church and saw
Dan, still and lifeless; and, crouching menacingly above the
poor thin body, there was...
Josh struggled to run, to scream, to fight the roaring in
his ears and the agony in his chest. He pitched forward on his
face.
There was a rustling in the undergrowth. The ‘thing’
was gone, but Josh just lay there quietly, one arm lying
protectively across the drenched fur of the dead animal...
‘He died of fright, Doctor. I don’t care what you say...
the man simply died of fright.’
Doctor Reeves sighed. ‘My dear Miss Hawthorne, the
medical diagnosis is quite clear. He died of a heart attack.’
The morning sunshine flashed on Miss Hawthorne’s
indignant pince-nez. ‘But his face...!’ she exclaimed.
‘An expression like that is quite common in cases of
heart failure. Now, if you’ll excuse me...’
The doctor walked across to his car. Miss Hawthorn,
clutching desperately at the folkweave cloak slipping from her
shoulders, scuttled after him.
‘The signs are there for all to see, Doctor. I cast the
runes only this morning.’
The doctor frowned irritably. ‘Superstitious nonsense!’
he snapped. ‘I’m sorry—I have my rounds to do.’
With an exasperated crunching of the gears the doctor’s
ancient car rumbled away. Miss Hawthorne took a few
frustrated steps forward, raising her voice as the doctor
receded...
‘If Professor Horner opens that barrow, he’ll bring
disaster on us all. I’m warning you! This is just the beginning!’
1
The White Witch
Doctor Who was a happy man: the birds were singing a
spring song, the sun was gleaming on Bessie’s new coat of
daffodil paint and there was a pleasant tang of engine oil in
the air...
‘Doctor! You haven’t been listening!’
The Doctor looked up from the open bonnet of his
beloved old car. ‘Oh yes I have,’ he said, smiling at the
indignation in Jo Grant’s face. ‘You were talking about this
new pop group who wear vine leaves in their hair.’
‘That was ages ago! I mean, simply centuries. I’ve been
going on about that TV programme. What do you think’ll
happen?’
‘Happen? When?’ The Doctor wandered over to the
bench and picked up a fearsome-looking monkey-wrench. Jo
followed him.
‘Tonight, of course... when Professor Horner opens up
that burial mound. I mean, what with the ancient curse and
all.’
‘Oh, Jo,’ sighed the Doctor patiently. ‘You don’t really
believe in all that nonsense, do you?’
‘Of course I do,’ she replied. ‘There’s been a lot of it
about lately.’
‘You make it sound like the measles,’ commented the
Doctor, returning to his car.
‘But it really is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius just
about now. Astrologically, like in the song. And that means
the occult... you know, the supernatural and all the magic bit.’
The Doctor smiled to himself somewhat ruefully. He was
obviously wasting his time trying to turn Jo into a scientist. He
gave the wrench a final tug and stoodup. Jo frowned.
‘But how do you know there’s nothing in it?’
The Doctor started to fasten down Bessie’s bonnet.
‘How? I just know, that’s all. Everything that happens must
have a scientific explanation, if you only know where to look
for it. Excuse me, my dear.’
Jo moved thoughtfully away from the bench. The
Doctor picked up a little black box, looking like a transistor
radio, and started to work on it.
‘Yes, but...’
The Doctor grinned at her. Jo never gave in easily!
‘Suppose... suppose something happens and nobody
knows the explanation... nobody in the world... in the Universe!
That’d be magic wouldn’t it?’
This time the Doctor laughed out loud. ‘Really, said, ‘for
a reasonably intelligent young lady, you have the most absurd
ideas. In the first place...’
But Jo wasn’t listening. Her eyebrows had shot up and
she was gasping feebly, ‘Doctor! Look!’
The Doctor looked up from his work. His old yellow car
was quietly driving herself out of the open doors of the UNIT
workshop into the car-park outside.
‘There’s nobody driving her!’ said Jo.
Bessie continued serenely on her way. The Doctor eyed
her sternly.
‘Bessie! What are you up to? Come back here at once.’
The little car flashed her lights rebelliously and executed
a tight clockwise circle.
‘Do as I say, now. This minute!’
Bessie stopped. She revved her motor a couple of times,
as if tempted to take off into the distant countryside.
‘I shan’t tell you again.’
Slowly, reluctantly, she rolled towards the workshop
and, stopped by the Doctor and Jo, whose eyes by now were
popping out of her head. The Doctor wagged a finger at the
errant Bessie.
‘You’re a very naughty girl. How dare you go
gallivanting around like that?’
Bessie honked her horn a little aggresively.
‘Are you sorry?’
‘Honk, honk.’
‘Very well then, I’ll forgive you this time. Now, go back
to your parking place, before I change my mind.’
Under the astonished gaze of poor Jo, Bessie backed
away and sedately settled herself into her accustomed place,
giving one last self-satisfied honk of her horn.
The silence was broken by a male voice.
‘I know there’s a good explanation for all this but I just
can’t think of it for the minute.’
The Doctor looked round. During Bessie’s little dance,
Captain Yates had appeared from the little office at the back
of the workshop. The Doctor looked at him quizzically.
‘Would you believe in magic?’ Jo asked Captain Yates at
the same time casting an infuriated glance at the Doctor.
‘No, of course not,’ said Mike.
‘Jo would,’ the Doctor said provocatively.
‘That’s not fair,’ burst out Jo. ‘It must have been you
doing it. Some sort of remote control, I suppose.’
The Doctor solemnly held up his little black box and
pressed a button on it.
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