Doctor Who_ The Nightmare of Black Island Part 5
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Morton just glowered at him.
The Doctor shrugged and, with a final glance round the room, ushered Rose back out into the hallway. Miss Peyne followed, closing the door behind them. She gestured to her left and when she spoke, her voice was like ice.
'The front door is this way, Doctor. Miss Evans.'
The Doctor smiled at her. 'So easy to get lost in these big houses, isn't it?'
'Yes, indeed. They can be dangerous places if you're not careful.'
They walked in silence to the front door. When they got there, Miss Peyne pulled a heavy key from a chain around her neck, unlocked the door and slid back the bolts.
'I trust you'll be able to find your way to the end of the drive without any further a.s.sistance.'
The Doctor and Rose stepped back out into the morning light, blinking after the gloom of the rectory. The door slammed with a loud thump and they could hear the bolts being slid back into place. The Doctor looked at Rose with indignation. 'Was that a threat? It sounded like a threat. I'm not sure we deserved to be threatened, are you?'
'Oh no, not at all.' Rose rolled her eyes. 'We did a runner from his office, unlocked his secret hospital ward and had a nose about without 44 his permission. Don't see what he was getting all worked up about.'
'Exactly! And you know another thing? I've got no idea what he saw in the psychic paper. Not a clue. Normally I get some kind of after-image, but this time, not a sausage. Odd. Definitely odd.'
'So, d'you think it's got something to do with the creatures?'
'Do I think?' The Doctor turned and looked back at the rectory. 'Oh, I'm certain of it.'
Nathaniel Morton watched from his office window as the Doctor and his companion turned away from the house and trudged down the drive and out of sight. He heard the door open behind him and Miss Peyne joined him at the window.
'You were foolish, Morton, letting him get into the ward like that.'
'You think I had a choice?' Morton snapped. 'You think I could have done anything more to stop him?'
'Who was he?'
'He claimed to be a government inspector, but. . . '
'But what?'
'The credentials he showed me. The paper. It was a mind trick of some kind.'
'You think he's on to us?' Peyne's voice was anxious. 'If he was, he'd never have been so direct. No, this one is something different.'
'We should dispose of him.'
'We can't risk it! Another death so soon after the last one will attract attention. And this one would be missed. No, we'll bide our time with the mysterious Dr Jones. By the time he does figure out what's going on it will be too late, and if he does return to the house well, next time we won't be so accommodating.'
45.
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The Doctor sat on the harbour wall, eating an ice-cream cone and staring out at the lighthouse. The brief glimpse he'd got of the equipment at the rectory had convinced him that there was far more going on in that ward than just caring for six elderly people, but he needed more time to study it and there was no way that Morton was going to let them in again in a hurry. Hopefully Rose would help in that regard.
The two of them had headed back to the pub for lunch, working out their best plan of attack. The Doctor had been determined to get a fix on whatever was jamming the phone lines. The signal was complex and it had taken him some time to pin down its source. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it seemed to be coming from the lighthouse, but it was a waste of their resources for them both to go out there. Instead, Rose could do a bit of snooping at the rectory while he concentrated on the lighthouse and its mysterious transmissions. So, after finis.h.i.+ng lunch, she had set off in search of Ali and the other kids. The Doctor took another mouthful of his ice cream, checked the readings on his sonic screwdriver and regarded the island in the bay. It had seemed such a simple plan earlier. Make his way down to the 47 harbour, hire or borrow a boat from some friendly fisherman, head out for a quick shufty, sorted.
Unfortunately, there were no boats out in the harbour. The fis.h.i.+ng boats were all out catching fish and late September wasn't exactly tourist season, so all the boats that offered trips round the bay and visits to Black Island were beached for the winter. Bob Perry, the harbour master, had a little motorboat the Doctor could see it tied up at the end of the jetty but Bob had made it perfectly plain that the boat was for 'official business only' and he wasn't in the mood to discuss the matter further. In the end, the Doctor had just bought a postcard and an ice cream off him instead, the harbour master's office seemingly doubling as a gift shop. Wandering back along the harbour wall, the Doctor had toyed with the idea of unchaining one of the little pleasure boats from the prom and trying to launch it himself, but the chances of getting it unlocked and into the water without being challenged by someone were remote. He had even thought about taking one of the swan-shaped pedal boats from the duck pond in the local park, but upon reflection they had looked less than seaworthy.
He gave a deep sigh and scanned the horizon, looking for further options. A glint of colour on the far side of the harbour caught his eye. He stuffed the remnants of his ice-cream cone into his mouth and pulled out his opera gla.s.ses, adjusting the fingertip controls on either side and bringing the little LCD screens into sharp focus. On a short stretch of s.h.i.+ngle beach the prow of a small fis.h.i.+ng boat protruded from beneath a faded tarpaulin, the name Jimmy Jimmy picked out in red paint. picked out in red paint.
'Gotcha.'
Popping the gla.s.ses back into his pocket, the Doctor hopped down off the wall and headed back to the harbour master's office. Bob Perry looked up from his paper suspiciously as the Doctor rapped cheerfully on his door.
'Oh, it's you again. Wanting another ice cream, are you? Still not cold enough?'
He reached for a large chest freezer under the counter, the signs for 48 ice creams and ice lollies and the racks of picture postcards incongruous among the port authority notices and life-saving equipment.
'No, no, no. No more for me. I'll spoil my dinner. I was wondering if you knew who the boat on the beach just over there belongs to,' The Doctor pointed at the little s.h.i.+ngle beach. 'Boat called Jimmy Jimmy.'
Bob settled back down into his chair. 'That'll be Bronwyn Ceredig's boat.'
'Is it for hire?'
'Still trying to get out to Black Island, are you? Well, you can ask, but I can't promise you'll get a sensible answer from her.'
'She didn't seem the most popular lady last night in the pub.'
'Popular?' Bob gave a contemptuous laugh. 'She's mad as a box of frogs, that one. Lives in a right mess of a house on the west beach. Local council's been trying to move her on for years. Bad for the tourist business, see? So she's about as popular as a fart in a s.p.a.cesuit.'
'Yeah, that is unpleasant.' The Doctor nodded thoughtfully. 'Think there's any chance she'd hire the boat to me?'
'For a price, maybe, if she likes your face. But whatever happens, don't let her offer to take you out there herself. I've had enough trouble with her and that boat over the last year, and I really don't want to have to leave my nice cosy office to tow her back to sh.o.r.e again because she's put herbal shampoo instead of engine oil in her outboard motor again.'
'Shampoo?' The Doctor's hearts began to sink.
'Herbal shampoo. Lavender and tea tree oil, I think it was. Thought it would be better for the environment. She's very concerned about the seals.'
'The seals. . . '
'Colony of them out on the island. You might see them if you're lucky. Have a nice trip.'
Bob raised his paper again, settling back into his chair, smirking. The Doctor gave a deep sigh. The day was getting on and he had to make his way out to the lighthouse and back before darkness fell. He was running out of options.
'Bronwyn it is, then. Let's just hope she's out of shampoo.'
49.
Rose was starting to get frustrated. The visit to the rectory had piqued the Doctor's curiosity and he wanted to know more about both the ward and the mysterious masked figures that operated it. He had asked Rose to find the gang of kids they had met earlier. They had obviously seen more goings-on at the rectory than they cared to talk about, but it was becoming clear that Ali wanted to tell them something and the Doctor was certain that if she was going to talk to anyone, then it was going to be Rose. It had suited Rose fine. She liked it when the Doctor relied on her. Besides, how tricky could it be? Finding half a dozen bored kids in a place as small as Ynys Du? No problem.
The trouble was they were nowhere to be seen. Rose was baffled. When she was that age, she and her friends had hung about the shops, or the cinema, or that sc.r.a.p of waste ground round the back of the estate that someone had tried to turn into a kid's playground. Ynys Du was a very different place from the Powell Estate, though. The only shops to speak of sold groceries or catered for the tourist trade. There was no cinema and the playground was desolate, windswept and locked. She had been wandering around the village for nearly an hour now. What the h.e.l.l did kids do in a place like this when there was no school?
Having exhausted all the possibilities in the village, Rose started to think about where else they might have gone. Her mind drifted back to the modern estate that she and the Doctor had come through when they first arrived. Perhaps some of the kids lived up there and they were playing football in one of the gardens. None of the little terraced houses in the village had gardens, so it was a possibility. Pleased with her logic, Rose set off at a brisk pace, trying to get some warmth back into her bones. It wasn't raining but the air was damp and the wind off the sea was threatening to bring more bad weather as the day went on. The sooner she found those kids and got back to the warmth of the pub the better.
The road winding up from the village was steeper than she remembered and soon she had to unzip her heavy parka despite the chill air. 50 She crested the hill panting. G.o.d, you'd have thought with all the corridors she'd had to run down over the last few months she'd be fitter than this!
Catching her breath, she wandered towards the cul-de-sac where the Doctor had frightened off the monsters the previous night. It all looked so different in daylight. A normal, boring housing estate, the same as thousands of others across the country; well kept, quiet and disappointingly free of the sound of children playing. Rose cursed under her breath. A man out in his driveway, cleaning his car, was watching her suspiciously. She smiled at him in what she hoped was a disarming and friendly way and kept walking. She'd do a quick circuit of the area, just in case.
A gust of wind sent a ripple through the trees at the edge of the estate, dead leaves swirling across the road. Rose struggled with the zip of her parka again. Daylight had had no friendly, softening effect on the wood, which still clung to the hillside, dark and ominous. Rose peered into the darkness. Surely the kids weren't stupid enough to be playing in there?
She turned away, intending to head back down to the village, when she caught the sound of laughter through the trees. The kids were were playing in the woods! playing in the woods!
Suddenly the prospect of exploring the lighthouse with the Doctor seemed the better option to Rose. Wis.h.i.+ng that she had a couple of his everlasting matches with her, Rose stepped into the wood, straining to hear where the laughter was coming from. She crept forward, wincing at each rustle of leaves or crack of dead branches. The laughter had been replaced by whispered conversation and loud ssshhs now, and Rose could smell wood smoke.
A loud crack made her jump and, in an explosion of wet leaves and thras.h.i.+ng undergrowth, a figure in baggy jeans and a sweats.h.i.+rt burst from the trees in front of her, tearing through the wood and vanis.h.i.+ng into the safety of the estate. From where the figure had emerged, Rose could see a jumble of corrugatediron sheets, badly camouflaged with dead branches. A wisp of smoke curled into the air from behind it before being whipped away by the wind.
51.Rose peered over the corrugated iron and five frightened faces looked up at her. She gave a deep sigh of relief.
'I told you it wasn't a monster!' One of the girls punched a boy on the shoulder, the boy Rose had seen Ali with earlier. 'I told you! They only come out at night, don't they?'
The boy glowered at Rose before saying, 'Nearly gave us a heart attack.'
Rose laughed nervously. 'You and me both! Who was doing the world speed record?'
'That was Dai Barraclough.' Ali was smiling. 'I think he wet himself.'
The kids dissolved into giggles. Rose slipped round the corrugatediron sheeting and crouched down next to Ali. The kids had made a crude shelter in the lea of a tall oak tree. A small pile of wet twigs smoked fitfully and the floor was strewn with sweet wrappers and drinks cans.
'This is where you all hang out?' asked Rose.
Ali nodded. 'It's our hideout. We're a gang. You've got to do the dare to join.'
'Well, it looks like I'm a member, then.'
Ali's eyes widened. 'You went into the house?'
Rose nodded. 'Uh-huh, Saw Mr Morton and his creepy nurses.'
'Really?' Ali was obviously impressed.
'Yeah, really. And if I'm a member of your gang, then I hope you don't need to keep secrets from me.'
Ali regarded her for a moment, then stood up. 'We'll need to take a vote.'
She motioned to her friends to follow her and the five children went into a huddle on the other side of the clearing. There was a lot of loud whispering, then Ali turned and came back to where Rose was sitting.
'We've decided you can join. I told them that you're OK, that we can trust you.'
'Thank you.' Rose smiled.
'But not your friend. He's too old.'
Rose giggled. 'You're more right than you know!'
The other children joined them.
52.Ali pointed at each in turn. 'That's Baz Morgan. He lives in one of the new houses. We play football at his house sometimes. The girls are Sian and Jane Evans. Their mum runs the baker's. Dai is the boy who ran off. You talked to him this morning.'
Rose nodded. The blond kid with the att.i.tude. She wasn't sad to see the back of him.
'Yeah, didn't think he liked me.'
'And this is Billy Palmer.' Ali pushed her friend forward. 'He saw stuff at the rectory.'
Rose held out her hand. 'h.e.l.lo.'
Billy shook it solemnly. 'Hi.'
'What sort of stuff did you see?'
Billy shrugged. 'Just vans at first, delivering stuff. Equipment. Computers and things. Then the people in the masks appeared. Didn't see them arrive. . . They were just there one morning. Me and Dai had snuck into the courtyard at the back, were trying to see through the window into the cellar. They nearly saw me. Had to hide behind the bins. That's when I saw the bad stuff.'
'Bad stuff?' Rose felt the hairs on her neck stand up. 'What sort of bad stuff?'
Billy looked nervously round at his friends. 'Bags. Black bin bags. But there was a smell and. . . red stuff. One of the bags was leaking and I saw red stuff come out.'
'Blood?' Rose thought back to the pools of blood on the sh.o.r.e, the Doctor's suspicion that someone was 'cleaning up after their pet'.
'I think so. We didn't hang around to find out. We legged it for the tunnel.'
'Tunnel?'
'We found it,' announced Ali proudly. 'None of the grown-lips know it's there. Going down the tunnel's another dare.' Her face fell. 'Only Billy and Dai have been brave enough to go down it so far.'
Rose's mind was racing. She wasn't certain that Ali was right about them being the only ones who knew about the mysterious tunnel. Parents did tend to know more about what their children got up to than they let on. But whether Morton knew about the tunnel was 53 another matter. He certainly had no interest in the upkeep of the house and the fact that the kids were able to get into the grounds via some secret entrance probably meant that he had even less of an interest in the history of the property.
It seemed the perfect way to get a closer look at the house without Morton knowing.
'Can you tell me where this tunnel is?'
'Sure.' Ali caught hold of her hand. 'It's this way. Come on. I'll show you.'
The Doctor trudged down the s.h.i.+ngle towards an extraordinary tangle of rubbish piled up on the beach. From a distance it looked like a heap of flotsam deposited by a particularly high tide, but as he drew closer he could see that there was some kind of method to the madness, glimpses of what must once have been some sort of large beach house or holiday home protruding through the debris.
Tarpaulins stretched out over the roof were held in place with clumsy cl.u.s.ters of knotted rope, walls were patched with pieces of driftwood and the sides of packing crates, window frames were splintered and rotten, and from a tall metal pipe towering over the structure a thin trail of smoke emerged, whipped inland by the offsh.o.r.e breeze.
Behind the house what had once been a sizeable fenced garden was now a jumble of salvage from the sea. Oil drums, plastic buoys, fis.h.i.+ng nets and lobster pots lay among huge piles of driftwood, with brambles snaking through them. A wreath of lifebelts hung on the twisted remnants of a children's swing, and underneath everything the Doctor could just make out the shape of what looked like an old Triumph Herald, its bodywork rusted and corroded after years in the sea air.
From inside came the sound of singing and the smell of cooking. The Doctor stepped up to the shabby front door, straightened his coat and knocked firmly. There was a m.u.f.fled curse from inside, followed by the sound of movement. A few moments later the patched and battered door swung open and Bronwyn Ceredig peered out at him 54 suspiciously with those brilliant grey eyes of hers. She was wearing a long floral dress, with a striped ap.r.o.n tied around her waist. Her long grey hair was pulled back in an untidy bun and little half-moon spectacles perched precariously on the tip of her nose.
'Yes?'
The Doctor smiled his broadest smile.
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