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he could. ‘There’s one little shop that always stays open. But if you want to use my car…’ He trailed off, hoping they wouldn’t want to use his car.
    ‘This isn’t a matter for discussion,’ said the Doctor. ‘Miss Shaw thinks she feels all right, but she needs rest. Dr Quinn, could you ask the ambulance men to come along here with a stretcher?’
    ‘Really,’ said Liz, protesting, ‘I don’t need that !’
    But Dr Quinn didn’t wait to hear the rest of the argument. He hurried out as fast as he decently could, told the ambulance men to take a stretcher into the main barn, got into his car and drove away.
    Five minutes later Dr Quinn was at least four miles away, his car parked on high ground. In the distance he could see the UNIT helicopter. He took from his pocket the calling device and worked its controls so that it played its fluting tune. Almost at once he saw a movement in the long windswept grass a hundred yards away. Then the drone of the helicopter changed. He turned, and saw that the helicopter was flying towards him. Naturally the pilot was curious to know why a man had parked his car in this remote spot. Dr Quinn waved cheerfully to the helicopter, then held up the calling device to one eye as though it were a camera. He pretended to be taking a panoramic view of the moorlands. The helicopter swept low overhead, and continued on its way. Dr Quinn again worked the calling device to produce its fluting sound, and looked towards where he had seen the tall grass move. Morka rose up from the grass, and raised a hand in greeting. Dr Quinn made the same gesture in return, then quickly opened the capacious boot of his car and gave an indication for Morka to get in. Morka slid into the boot and curled up in the traditional sleeping position. Dr Quinn got behind his driving wheel, started the engine, and slowly drove away. At last he had one of the cave creatures at his mercy.

10
Man Trap
    Major Barker lay back in his bed in the sick-bay, listening to military music specially piped to him through the bedhead earphones. If he closed his eyes he could see soldiers in brilliant red tunics marching about, saluting their commanding-officer as they went by. He was enjoying just such a daydream when there was a tap on the door and Liz Shaw entered. She had a plaster on her forehead.
    ‘Can I visit?’ she asked.
    Major Barker immediately removed his earphones, and sat up to attention in his bed. ‘Delighted,’ he said. ‘Do sit down.’
    Liz found the only chair available, and sat. ‘I’m a patient now,’ she said, and told him what had happened. ‘How are you getting on?’
    ‘Making fine progress,’ he said, although one arm was still in a sling and his head was swathed in bandages. ‘You say a lizard hit you?’
    ‘I only caught a glimpse of it,’ she said. ‘But yes, it was some kind of lizard.’
    Major Barker didn’t want to disillusion the young lady. There had been talk of these lizards before, and clearly the talk had gone to her head. Young women could be like that – very fanciful. ‘I’m sure you thought it was a lizard,’ he said. ‘Care for a grape?’ He indicated the huge bowl of grapes by his bed. Liz helped herself to one.
    ‘What do you really remember of the caves?’ she asked.
    ‘There must have been two of them,’ he said. ‘The one I shot, and the one that got me. Has that Brigadier mounted a general flush-out of the caves, yet?’
    ‘Not at the moment,’ Liz said. ‘The last I saw of the Brigadier he was still at the farm.’
    ‘But in the name of St George,’ said Major Barker, ‘the obvious thing to do is to go into those caves in force and give them hell!’
    ‘Give whom hell?’ she asked.
    ‘The spies.’ He paused, and smiled, to make it absolutely clear to Liz that he knew what he was talking about. ‘You see, this research centre can really put Britain on the map again. That’s why they want to destroy it. It’s as plain as a pikestaff.’
    ‘I