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‘human story’ – more interesting than technicalities about computers - and joined Sir Charles.
    ‘Tell me, Sir Charles,’ he said, ‘who exactly is Krimpton? What is his contribution to the work?’ ‘Electronics,’ said Sir Charles sharply. ‘One of our top men. Still, there can’t be any excuse... Damn bad manners. Wonder if something’s gone wrong with the project. Must be serious before Brett would... I’d better check.’
    Sir Charles hurried away.
    The Doctor was thoughtful. The possibilities of what might have happened were many and various... But they were all too fantastic for the Doctor to accept.
    Major Green had been suspicious ever since Brett had left his office. He had no idea what was wrong, but something very strange had taken place, and it was his job to make sure that the Restricted Area remained secure.
    He patrolled the corridors outside the main office, double-checking every half-hour. He tried doors, tested locks, but there was nothing unusual. And yet some of Brett’s nervousness seemed to have rubbed off on him, and the Major found he was imagining things–sounds, movements, a strange atmosphere.
    He stopped for the tenth time outside the door to Brett’s room. Was it his imagination? Or was the sound of the computer’s constant ticking louder? It sounded erratic. He listened, catching his breath... It was certainly different.
    He hesitated before unlocking the door. Even as he opened it, he heard the sudden abrupt and irregular tone of the machine. It had never sounded like that before.
    He went in and was shaken to see two vivid lights shining directly at him. The glare was blinding. He tried to shield his eyes.
    He should have backed out, he told himself. But he was dazed by the beams. He experienced a strange helplessness, as though hypnotised, with no will of his own.
    He closed the door and moved towards Wotan. There was no doubt; the machine was louder, stronger. Lights blazed, and there was an air of power and assurance about it as it dominated the room.
    The Major moved to the front of the machine, and stood passively for a few seconds before putting both hands into the slot that delivered the printed messages.
    His face was contorted with pain for a second, then he withdrew his hands. The bones were showing through the skin, giving a skeletal effect, as though a light were shining through the flesh. The Major put the tips of his fingers together.
    He looked dumbly at the machine. ‘I understand,’ he said in reply.
    He took a pair of gloves from his pocket and pulled them on. Then he crossed to the desk and began to dial a number.
    ‘It’s for you, Dodo,’ called Kitty above the noise. ‘Telephone. Corner of the bar.’
    Dodo wondered who would know to call her there. Perhaps, the Doctor.
    ‘Hello... Yes... Who is that?’
    ‘Hold the line one moment,’ said the Major. He plugged the extension into the computer. Dodo’s voice could be heard through the machine. ‘Speak up. There’s so much noise.’
    The reaction was immediate. Wotan went into action – lights leaping into life, a battery of signals seeming to race from within.
    At the other end of the line Dodo listened impassively. Then she said, ‘Yes... I understand.’
    She put down the receiver, and turned towards the exit. No one noticed as she went – quietly, subdued, oblivious of her surroundings.
    Brett led the way hurriedly and Krimpton was hustled along in his wake. He had never seen his old friend in such a state. Not at all like himself. Nevertheless it was an extraordinary way to behave!
    ‘I must say it’s very odd, Brett, to break up the meeting like that.’
    ‘I had no choice.’
    ‘What do you mean by that?’ They were striding through the Restricted Area towards Brett’s office. ‘You will soon understand.’ He didn’t offer any further explanation.
    ‘This is a bit much,’ protested Krimpton. ‘It’s late and I can spare only a couple of minutes..
    ‘Nothing is too