Doctor Who_ The Dying Days - Lance Parkin [38]
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'What is the world coming to?' Alexander Christian sighed, stoking his pipe. They were sitting in the spacious lounge of Lethbridge-Stewart's house in Pyecombe. The Brig's wife was in the kitchen making a pot of tea and a spot of lunch. They'd been listening to the Test Series, but Lethbridge-Stewart wanted to check the news.
'They can't have any trace of you, Lex,' the Brigadier told him. 'That means that we can concentrate on the matter in hand. Now, what you encountered sounds very much like an Ice Warrior to me.'
Christian shifted in his sofa. The idea that Alistair had left the Scots Guards to fight aliens took a little getting used to. He'd heard of UNIT, of course, back when he was in the Space Service, but had always assumed it was a peacekeeping force or something of the sort. 'What's an Ice Warrior, then?'
'That's what Miss Grant called them.'
'Josephine Grant?'
'That's right. She was on my staff for a couple of years. Her uncle worked for the UN.'
'Good heavens, it's a small world. I knew her when she was doing her A-Levels. I think she blames me for failing General Science.'
Doris Lethbridge-Stewart came in with a tray piled high with sandwiches. 'Talking about the good old days again, Alistair?' She was younger than her husband, but just as self-assured.
'You have a lovely pad here,' Christian told them, 'I didn't think that a Brigadier's pension would run to this.'
'That's a sore point,' Doris said sweetly. 'If they'd promoted him to General when he retired like they usual y would have done, it would be over ten grand more.'
'Spoken like a true economist,' Alistair chuckled. 'You see, Lex, my secret is out: I'm a kept man. Doris here inherited the place from an aunt, and her salary more than looks after the both of us.'
'I'm not working today because of the Mars Day holiday,' she explained. 'I'l probably put a couple of hours in with the laptop this afternoon, though.'
Christian smiled, pretending he understood what she was talking about.
'Whyever weren't you promoted?' Christian asked.
'Politics,' the Brigadier replied curtly. 'Now, let's get back to these Ice Warriors, shal we?'
Christian looked over to Doris. 'Is she ... ?'
'Am I security cleared?' Doris interjected, 'No, but I don't need to be. Once you've heard one story about how UNIT
didn't know what was going on until the Doctor turned up and saved the day you've heard them all.'
The Brig harrumphed. 'Actual y, Doris, we did manage by ourselves more times than not. The Doctor wasn't around when the Bandrils tried to destroy the ozone layer, was he?'
'No dear.' Clearly this was another sore nerve.
'We managed to beat the Drahvins without him, didn't we?'
'Yes dear, so you've said.'
'Well, then, there you go.'
'I'll just be in the study,' she said sweetly, kissing him on the temple. She took her mug and disappeared upstairs.
'Who is this Doctor, then?' Christian asked.
'He was my Scientific Advisor back in the seventies,' the Brigadier explained. 'He had ... particular expertise in the field of alien life forms. Miss Grant was his assistant for a short while.'
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Christian had worked it out. 'So, she found out about the Martians while she was working with this boffin.'
'Yes that's right. Now, UNIT never encountered these chaps, but the Doctor and Miss Grant did on their travels. I always used to debrief her when she returned. Something to do with the planet Paladin, as I recall. It sticks in the memory because I remember Miss Grant tel ing me that at first the Doctor thought that these Ice Warriors were up