goes,' the Doctor chided infuriatingly, 'if you will steal other people's property.' Leaving the Master on the point of apoplexy, he swung round to Nyssa. 'What's he talking about?' he whispered.
'Have you been tampering with my TARDIS?'
'Of course not.'
'Just imagine what would have happened if I had tried to go forward with the temporal limiter patched
into the time lapse compression circuit...'
Captain Stapley felt like a schoolboy who had got his best friend into trouble. He coughed politely. 'Doctor, I think I can explain.'
'You, Captain?' said the Doctor, very surprised if he could.
'When we were in the TARDIS, I swapped some of the parts round.
Thought it might put a spanner in the works.'
The Doctor's eyes were already twinkling.
'Stupid really.' the Captain apologised.
Grinning from ear to ear, the Doctor grasped Stapley by the hand.
'Stupid?' he shouted. 'It was brilliant!'
The Master was straining to hear what was going on below. The Doctor smiled up at him. 'Your prospects seem rather limited, Master.'
Through the Master's mind raced a thousand and one exquisite tortures he would like to inflict on the Doctor. He restrained himself from telling the Doctor all about them. Unfortunately, the ball, just for the moment, was in the Doctor's court. 'I can still operate my TARDIS,'
he replied.
'Yes. But such a limited range.'
The Doctor had him there. 'Very well. What are your terms?'
'You free the passengers,' demanded the Doctor, 'we have access to both aircraft, and you return all the components of my TARDIS that are no longer necessary for the normal functioning of your machine.'
'And what will you give me?'
'The temporal limiter,' bargained the Doctor.
It was a hard decision for the Master. His old enemy would be able to escape. But he needed the temporal limiter, and with the Xeraphin life force in his TARDIS the Doctor would not outwit him for much longer ...
The Master slammed the door.
'Has he agreed?' asked Stapley.
'We'll know in a moment.'
'Look!' shouted Andrew.
The Corinthian column had appeared a few yards away.
'There's the real Concorde,' said Tegan, pointing to the aircraft with its torn wing and dislocated engine pod.
'The Master's accepted,' cried Nyssa as Captain Urquhart's passengers began to emerge from the marble fluting.
'Captain,' said the Doctor to Stapley who was staring in disbelief at the improbable disembarkation, 'I need your aircraft ready for takeoff as soon as possible.'
Stapley pulled himself together. 'Andrew, Roger ... We'll need to measure the length of that runway.' They all went across to examine the stretch of frozen mud.
'You two stay here,' the Doctor ordered Tegan and Nyssa. He walked slowly to the Master's TARDIS. The Master stood in the doorway, in his arms a pile of vital equipment. Not a word was spoken. The Doctor took the pieces one by one. The two Time Lords stared impassively at each other. 'You seem to have mislaid the quantum accelerator.' The Doctor was the first to break the silence.
'Not at all, Doctor. You shall have it when you give me the correctly programmed temporal limiter.'
Their distrust was mutual.
The Doctor turned and hurried back to where his TARDIS was waiting in the Concorde hold.
Bilton and Scobie attacked the frozen ground around the four-wheel bogey of Victor Foxtrot's starboard undercarriage. The earth was like concrete and they were soon sweating profusely. At least they were warmer than Tegan who stood beside them shivering, waiting to help take the weight of the wheel, once the soil had been removed from under it.
'Doctor, I'll need an external power supply for the startup, 400 cycles, 115 volts,' Captain Stapley called into the control room.
'Very well, Captain.' Nyssa prepared to run a line from the TARDIS.
'Easy now.' Tegan helped Roger and Andrew lift the
'Have you been tampering with my TARDIS?'
'Of course not.'
'Just imagine what would have happened if I had tried to go forward with the temporal limiter patched
into the time lapse compression circuit...'
Captain Stapley felt like a schoolboy who had got his best friend into trouble. He coughed politely. 'Doctor, I think I can explain.'
'You, Captain?' said the Doctor, very surprised if he could.
'When we were in the TARDIS, I swapped some of the parts round.
Thought it might put a spanner in the works.'
The Doctor's eyes were already twinkling.
'Stupid really.' the Captain apologised.
Grinning from ear to ear, the Doctor grasped Stapley by the hand.
'Stupid?' he shouted. 'It was brilliant!'
The Master was straining to hear what was going on below. The Doctor smiled up at him. 'Your prospects seem rather limited, Master.'
Through the Master's mind raced a thousand and one exquisite tortures he would like to inflict on the Doctor. He restrained himself from telling the Doctor all about them. Unfortunately, the ball, just for the moment, was in the Doctor's court. 'I can still operate my TARDIS,'
he replied.
'Yes. But such a limited range.'
The Doctor had him there. 'Very well. What are your terms?'
'You free the passengers,' demanded the Doctor, 'we have access to both aircraft, and you return all the components of my TARDIS that are no longer necessary for the normal functioning of your machine.'
'And what will you give me?'
'The temporal limiter,' bargained the Doctor.
It was a hard decision for the Master. His old enemy would be able to escape. But he needed the temporal limiter, and with the Xeraphin life force in his TARDIS the Doctor would not outwit him for much longer ...
The Master slammed the door.
'Has he agreed?' asked Stapley.
'We'll know in a moment.'
'Look!' shouted Andrew.
The Corinthian column had appeared a few yards away.
'There's the real Concorde,' said Tegan, pointing to the aircraft with its torn wing and dislocated engine pod.
'The Master's accepted,' cried Nyssa as Captain Urquhart's passengers began to emerge from the marble fluting.
'Captain,' said the Doctor to Stapley who was staring in disbelief at the improbable disembarkation, 'I need your aircraft ready for takeoff as soon as possible.'
Stapley pulled himself together. 'Andrew, Roger ... We'll need to measure the length of that runway.' They all went across to examine the stretch of frozen mud.
'You two stay here,' the Doctor ordered Tegan and Nyssa. He walked slowly to the Master's TARDIS. The Master stood in the doorway, in his arms a pile of vital equipment. Not a word was spoken. The Doctor took the pieces one by one. The two Time Lords stared impassively at each other. 'You seem to have mislaid the quantum accelerator.' The Doctor was the first to break the silence.
'Not at all, Doctor. You shall have it when you give me the correctly programmed temporal limiter.'
Their distrust was mutual.
The Doctor turned and hurried back to where his TARDIS was waiting in the Concorde hold.
Bilton and Scobie attacked the frozen ground around the four-wheel bogey of Victor Foxtrot's starboard undercarriage. The earth was like concrete and they were soon sweating profusely. At least they were warmer than Tegan who stood beside them shivering, waiting to help take the weight of the wheel, once the soil had been removed from under it.
'Doctor, I'll need an external power supply for the startup, 400 cycles, 115 volts,' Captain Stapley called into the control room.
'Very well, Captain.' Nyssa prepared to run a line from the TARDIS.
'Easy now.' Tegan helped Roger and Andrew lift the
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