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Forty years the Yeti had been quiet - Collector’s item in a

museum. Then without warning it awoke - and savagely

murdered.

At about the same time patches of mist began to appear in

Central London. People who lingered anytime in the mist

were found dead, their faces smothered in cobwebs. The

cobweb seeped down, penetrating the Underground

System. Slowly it spread...

Then the Yeti reappeared, not just one but hordes,

roaming the misty streets and cobwebbed tunnels, killing

everyone in their path. Central London was gripped tight

in a Web of Fear...

ISBN 0 426 11084 6

DOCTOR WHO

AND THE

WEB OF FEAR

Based on the BBC television serial Doctor Who and the Web of

Fear by Mervyn Haisman and Henry Lincoln by arrangement

with the British Broadcasting Corporation

TERRANCE DICKS

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd

A Target Book

Published in 1976

by the Paperback Division of W.H. Allen & Co. Ltd.

A Howard & Wyndham Company

44 Hill Street, London WIX 8LB

Haisman and Henry Lincoln

Broadcasting Corporation

Printed in Great Britain by

Hunt Barnard Printing Ltd, Aylesbury, Bucks.

ISBN 0 426 11084 6

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

1 Return of Evil

2 The Web in Space

3 The Monster in the Tunnels

4 Danger for the Doctor

5 Battle with the Yeti

6 The Terror of the Web

7 Escape from the Web

8 Return of the Yeti

9 Kidnapped!

10 Danger Above Ground

11 ‘I want your mind’

12 The Fall of the Fortress

13 Captives of the Intelligence

14 The Final Duel

Return of Evil

The huge, furry monster reared up, as if to strike. Well

over seven feet tall, its immensely broad body made it seem

squat and lumpy. It had the huge hands of a gorilla, the

savage yellow fangs and fierce red eyes of a grizzly bear.

There was no fear in the face of the white-bearded old

man who stood looking up at it, just a yearning curiosity. He

knew the monster wouldn’t move. It had stood like this, in the

private museum, for over forty years, ever since he had

brought it back from Tibet. He reached up and opened a flap

in the monster’s chest. Beneath was an empty space, just large

enough to hold a small sphere.

The door opened and two people walked in. One was a

tall, elegant white-haired old man, the other an attractive

young girl. The man pointed to the brooding figure at the

end of the hall. ‘There he is, Miss Travers. Now, please, you

take him away!’ Although his voice was cultured, it held traces

of a middle-European accent.

Anne Travers was used to apologising for the

eccentricities of her father. ‘I’ll do my best, Mr Julius.’ She

smiled and crossed over to her father. ‘Hello, Father.’

Professor Travers looked round in mild surprise. ‘Hello,

Anne. Thought you were in America.’

Anne Travers sighed. ‘I was in America—until you

cabled saying you were in trouble. You were supposed to

meet me at the airport.’

‘I was? Thought I’d better come here and have another

go at Julius—the silly old fool won’t listen to me.’

The museum owner marched angrily over to them. ‘Me,

a fool? You would like me to be a fool, Professor Travers—

fool enough to give you back my Yeti I’

‘You must give it back, at least for a time. Don’t you

understand, the thing is dangerous.’

Julius flung out one hand in a dramatic gesture. ‘Forty

years it stands in my museum! Now he tells me it is

dangerous, but Julius is not so easily tricked.’

The two old men glared angrily at each other. Travers

shabby and unkempt with tangled hair and bushy beard,

Julius tall and elegant in his beautifully cut suit. Anne sighed

again. She glanced at the placard at the feet of the rearing

monster. It read, ‘Life-size model of the Yeti, commonly

known as the Abominable Snowman. Brought back from

Tibet by Mr Edward Travers after his expedition of 1935’.

It had all happened long before Anne Travers was born.

Edward Travers, with his friend and colleague Angus Mackay,

had gone in search of the Abominable Snowman, the

legendary manbeast rumoured to haunt the snowy passes of

Tibet. Months later Travers had returned, alone. Mackay had

been killed on the expedition. Travers had told a wild story of

faked Abominable Snowmen, robot servants of some alien

Intelligence that planned to take over the world. The plot had

been foiled by a mysterious being known only as ‘the Doctor’.

Travers had brought back a strange collection of objects in

support of his story. They included the massive creature that

now stood in the museum, and a small silver sphere that, he

claimed, had once controlled the creature and given it life.

Travers had been unable to prove his claims. The

sphere remained silent, the Yeti refused to stir, and everyone

assumed Travers, unbalanced by his sufferings in Tibet, was

attempting an elaborate fraud.

Although no one believed the story, it had created a

considerable stir. As a result, Emil Julius, a wealthy and

eccentric collector with his own private museum, had offered

to buy the Yeti for a handsome sum. Dejected, discredited,

almost penniless, Travers accepted the offer—an action ire

was to regret for the rest of his life.

Although he sold the Yeti itself, Travers kept the silver

sphere which controlled it, together with a number of other

Yeti relics. Determined to justify himself to the world, he had

begun to examine the sphere with the aim of discovering its

secrets. With incredible determination he had embarked

upon the study of the still-new science of electronics. In forty

years Travers had turned himself from a discredited

anthropologist into a world-famous scientist. His discoveries

and inventions had made him rich and respected. But all this

time he never lost sight of his one central aim, to reanimate

the control sphere and bring the Yeti back to life. Anne, now a

scientist herself, had grown up with stories of her father’s

adventures in Tibet. The strange Doctor and his two

companions were like figures in a fairy-tale to her. She knew

Travers had made repeated attempts to buy back the Yeti, but

Emil Julius was as obstinate as Travers himself. The more

determined Travers became to get the Yeti back, the more

determined was Julius to keep it, convinced he was the owner

of something valuable and unique. Looking at the two angry

old men, Anne saw their quarrel had lost none of its

bitterness, though both were now into their seventies.

Taking her father to one side she said quietly, ‘You

know Mr Julius won’t sell the Yeti back. Why all this urgency?’

Travers lowered his voice. ‘I’ve done it, Anne. At last I’ve

reactivated the control sphere. It began signalling again!’

‘That’s wonderful news, Father,’ said Anne soothingly.

‘It would be—except for one thing. The control sphere’s

disappeared.’ He turned angrily back towards Julius. ‘Don’t

you see, it will try to return to the Yeti —and if I’m not there

when it does... Oh, make him understand, Anne.’

Julius interrupted. ‘I understand well enough. You try

to scare me, to get your Yeti back. Well, it is priceless, the only

one in the world, and it is mine!’

Anne took her father’s arm. ‘We’d better go. Maybe you

put the sphere away somewhere and forgot where—it’s

happened before.’

‘I tell you I’ve looked...’

‘Then we’ll go back and look again. You know I can

always find things for you.’ Gently she led him away.

Julius escorted them to the front door, closed it behind

them. He stood for a moment, shaking with rage. ‘No one

destroys Emil Julius’s collection—no one.’ Still grumbling

childishly to himself he began to lock and bar the door.

In the empty hall, the Yeti stood motionless,

surrounded by devil-masks, mummies, dinosaur bones and all

the other oddities of Julius’s collection. Then a faint signal, a

kind of electronic bleeping, disturbed the silence. It seemed to

come from outside the window. Suddenly the glass shattered,

broken by the impact of a silver sphere. It was as if the sphere

had been hurled through the window from the street outside.

But the silver missile did not drop to the ground. It hovered

in mid-air. Then it floated slowly towards the Yeti and

disappeared into the still open hollow in the creature’s chest.

Immediately the flap dosed over it.

Alarmed by the noise of smashing glass, Julius can into

the room. He stopped, seeing the shattered window, the glass

on the floor. Was the old fool Travers to insane he was now

throwing bricks through the window? Julius looked out. The

street below was silent and deserted.

Julius decided to telephone the police. On his way out of

the hall, he stopped for another look at his beloved Yeti. He

gazed proudly up at it. The Yeti’s eyes opened and glared

redly into his own.

Appalled Julius took a pace back. The Yeti stepped off

its stand, following him. Its features blurred and shimmered

before his horrified eyes, becoming even more fierce and wild

than before. With a sudden, shattering roar the Yeti smashed

down its arm in a savage blow...

The mysterious and brutal murder of Emil Julius,

together with the disappearance of the pride of his collection,

caused a tremendous sensation. Because of their past

association, Professor Travers came briefly under suspicion

but the alibi provided by his daughter, plus Travers’s

horrified insistance that the Yeti must be found, convinced

the Police of his innocence. The murder was never solved, the

Yeti never found.

In the weeks that followed, the story was driven from

the headlines by an even stranger mystery. Patches of mist

began to appear in Central London. Unlike any natural mist,

they refused to disperse. More and more patches appeared,

linking up one with another. Most terrifying of all, people

who spent any time in the mist patches were found dead,

their faces covered with cobwebs. Central London was

cordoned off. It was still possible to travel by Underground

Railway—until a strange cobweb-like substance started to

spread below ground, completely blocking the tunnels. It was

like a glowing mist made solid, and anyone who entered it was

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