Doctor Who by Richard Dungworth

Author:Richard Dungworth [Dungworth, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781405926348
Publisher: Penguin Random House Children's UK
Published: 2016-06-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Bomb Scare

‘Nearly there, Pond!’ puffed the Doctor. ‘Just up ahead, on the left!’

The Doctor and Amy were running back along the stadium corridor. It was the one they had followed earlier, which led past the room where they had spied the Jules Rimet Trophy.

‘There’s someone coming out!’ said Amy. ‘Look!’

They came to a standstill. Twenty metres along the corridor, a group of four police officers had just emerged through the press-room door. They were the men who earlier had been guarding the trophy. One of them had it with him now, carrying it carefully in its glass case. The police party began making its way in the opposite direction from Amy and the Doctor.

‘Excuse me! Hello there!’

All four officers looked round in surprise at the Doctor’s shout. As he quickly strode forward to join them, he slipped his hand into his inside jacket pocket. He muttered a quiet aside to Amy. ‘About time you and I had a career change, don’t you think, Pond? Been with FOOFA long enough.’ He pulled out his psychic paper. ‘How do you fancy being a plain-clothes police officer?’

Amy snorted. ‘There’s nothing plain about your clothes, Mr Braces and Bow Tie,’ she whispered back.

‘Hello, hello!’ said the Doctor cheerily, as he and Amy approached. He grinned. ‘Or should that be ’ello, ’ello, ’ello?’ He hooked his thumbs in his braces, and bent both knees to bob up and down.

The four police officers glared at him. Not one showed even a trace of a smile.

‘Just kidding. You know. Classic bobby-on-the-beat thing,’ persevered the Doctor, still smiling. ‘No?’

The nearest police officer stepped forward. The shoulders of his uniform bore the triple chevrons of a sergeant. He was clearly in charge.

‘How can we help you, sir?’ The sergeant’s tone was rather severe.

‘The name’s Lineker. Agent Lineker,’ replied the Doctor. ‘From Metropolitan Special Branch.’ He held out his psychic paper for inspection.

The sergeant peered at it warily.

‘This is my colleague, Agent Beckham.’ The Doctor gestured to Amy. She gave the officers a solemn nod.

The sergeant’s suspicious gaze was still fixed on the psychic paper. Finally he looked back at the Doctor.

‘You’re with Special Branch?’ he said, raising his eyebrows.

‘Indeed, sergeant. Plain clothes.’

Amy cleared her throat.

‘And what can we do for you, Agent Lineker?’ asked the sergeant.

The Doctor extended one of his long fingers. ‘I’d be terribly grateful if I could borrow that trophy you’ve got there.’

The sergeant frowned. ‘Can’t let you do that, sir, I’m afraid. I’m under strict orders to see that it gets to the Royal Box safely. Her Majesty is to present it at the end of the match. I was told not to let it out of my sight. I’m sure you understand, sir – after the recent theft, and all.’

The Doctor tucked away his psychic paper, then clapped a hand on the sergeant’s shoulder. ‘Absolutely, sergeant. And you won’t have to. Let it out of your sight, I mean. I just need to take a quick look at it. But it is rather important that I examine the cup before it comes into the Queen’s proximity.

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