The bemused Brigadier shook his head. “You and that TARDIS.

The Brigadier had no wish to shake hands with the improbable young man in the ridiculous frock-coat.

The trouble with the scientific approach, thought the Brigadier, was that it left you at the mercy of your scientists.

Mawdryn stared at the Brigadier with such a look of pain and longing. For a moment the old soldier’s mind went back thirty-five years to his first taste of action as a young lieutenant in...