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Doctor Who Dying in the Sun Jon De Burgh Miller
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Doctor Who Psi Ence Fiction Chris Boucher
Doctor Who The Taking of Planet Simon Bucher Jones
Doctor Who The Ancestor Cell Peter Anghelides
Doctor Who Fallen Gods Jonathan Blum
Doctor Who Heart of Tardis Dave Stone
Doctor Who The Eye of the Tyger Paul J. McAuley
Doctor Who Ultimate Treasure Christopher Bulis

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.The double doors at the back were open.So was the plain deal coffin inside.The three men manhandled the body through the doors and into the coffin.They climbed in.The lid was put on and the doors pulled shut.The three Negroes sat down on three of the four little seats at the corners of the coffin and unhurriedly laid their white sticks beside them.Roomy black alpaca coats hung over the backs of the seats.They put the coats on over their rags.Then they took off their baseball caps and reached down to the floor and picked up black top hats and put them on their heads.The driver, who also was a Chinese Negro, looked nervously over his shoulder.“Go, man.Go!” said the biggest of the killers.He glanced down at the luminous dial of his wrist watch.It said six-twenty.Just three minutes for the job.Dead on time.The hearse made a decorous U-turn and moved at a sedate speed up to the intersection.There it turned right and at thirty miles an hour it cruised genteelry up the tarmac highway towards the hills, its black plumes streaming the doleful signal of its burden and the three mourners sitting bolt upright with their arms crossed respectfully over their hearts.'WXN calling WWW.WXN calling WWW.WXN.WXN.WXN.'The centre finger of Mary Trueblood's right hand stabbed softly, elegantly, at the key.She lifted her left wrist.Six twenty-eight.He was a minute late.Mary Trueblood smiled at the thought of the little open Sunbeam tearing up the road towards her.Now, in a second, she would hear the quick step, then the key in the lock and he would be sitting beside her.There would be the apologetic smile as he reached for the earphones.“Sorry, Mary.Damned car wouldn't start.” Or, “You'd think the blasted police knew my number by now.Stopped me at Halfway Tree.” Mary Trueblood took the second pair of earphones off their hook and put them on his chair to save him half a second.'.WXN calling WWW____WXN calling WWW____'She tuned the dial a hair's breadth and tried again.Her watch said six-twenty-nine.She began to worry.In a matter of seconds, London would be coming in.Suddenly she thought, God, what could she do if Strangways wasn't on time! It was useless for her to acknowledge London and pretend she was him-useless and dangerous.Radio Security would be monitoring the call, as they monitored every call from an agent.Those instruments which measured the minute peculiarities in an operator's 'fist' would at once detect it wasn't Strangways at the key.Mary Trueblood had been shown the forest of dials in the quiet room on the top floor at headquarters, had watched as the dancing hands registered the weight of each pulse, the speed of each cipher group, the stumble over a particular letter.The Controller had explained it all to her when she had joined the Caribbean station five years before-how a buzzer would sound and the contact be automatically broken if the wrong operator had come on the air.It was the basic protection against a Secret Service'transmitter falling into enemy hands.And, if an agent had been captured and was being forced to contact London under torture, he had only to add a few hairbreadth peculiarities to his usual 'fist' and they would tell the story of his capture as clearly as if he had announced it en clair.Now it had come! Now she was hearing the hollowness in the ether that meant London was coming in.Mary Trueblood glanced at her watch.Six-thirty.Panic! But now, at last, there were the footsteps in the hall.Thank God! In a second he would come in.She must protect him! Desperately she decided to take a chance and keep the circuit open.'WWW calling WXN____WWW calling WXN____Canyou hear me?.can you hear me?' London was coming over strong, searching for the Jamaica station.The footsteps were at the door.Coolly, confidently, she tapped back: 'Hear you loud and clear.Hear you loud and clear.Hear you."Behind her there was an explosion.Something hit her on the ankle.She looked down.It was the lock of the door.Mary Trueblood swivelled sharply on her chair.A man stood in the doorway.It wasn't Strangways.It was a big Negro with yellowish skin and slanting eyes.There was a gun in his hand.It ended in a thick black cylinder.Mary Trueblood opened her mouth to scream.The man smiled broadly.Slowly, lovingly, he lifted the gun and shot her three times in and around the left breast.The girl slumped sideways off her chair.The earphones slipped off her golden hair on to the floor.For perhaps a second the tiny chirrup of London sounded out into the room.Then it stopped.The buzzer at the Controller's desk in Radio Security had signalled that something was wrong on WXN.The killer walked out of the door.He.came back carrying a box with a coloured label on it that said PRESTO FIRE, and a big sugar sack marked TATE & LYLE.He put the box down on the floor and went to the body and roughly forced the sack over the head and down to the ankles.The feet stuck out.He bent them and crammed them in.He dragged the bulky sack out into the hall and came back.In the corner of the room the safe stood open, as he had been told it would, and the cipher books had been taken out and laid on the desk ready for work on the London signals.The man threw these and all the papers in the safe into the centre of the room.He tore down the curtains and added them to the pile.He topped it up with a couple of chairs.He opened the box of Presto firelighters and took out a handful and tucked them into the pile and lit them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]