Evil of….

The Cosmic Hobo: 

Why have you brought us here? 

Who are these enemies of yours, 

these ones you say control you? 


MAXTIBLE: 

Brilliant minds, Doctor. 


WATERFIELD: 

They are monsters. 


MAXTIBLE: 

Oh, I admit, Waterfield, 

They have behaved callously. 


WATERFIELD: 

Inhuman monsters! 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

Inhuman? 


WATERFIELD: 

Creations of The Devil! 


MAXTIBLE: 

Let me explain. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

Please do. 


MAXTIBLE: 

I have always been fascinated by the 

concept of travelling through Time. 

Waterfield here is an expert in certain technical matters 

and I have the money to indulge my whims. 

Everything you see about you here was constructed by us two. 

The Cosmic Hobo: 

To try to find a way of exploring Time? 


MAXTIBLE: 

Yes. Now this is my theory. 

A Mirror reflects An Image, does it not? 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

Yes. 


MAXTIBLE: 

So, you may be standing there, and yet appear to be standing fifty feet away. 

Well, following the new investigations twelve years ago 

by J Clark Maxwell into electromagnetism 

and the experiments by Faraday 

into static electricity. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

Static? 


MAXTIBLE: 

Correct. Waterfield and I first attempted to refine The Image in The Mirror, 

and then to project it. 

In here, Doctor, are 

one hundred and forty four separate mirrors. 


(They are behind a pair of gothic pointed doors.) 


WATERFIELD: 

And each is of polished metal. 

Each is subjected to electric charges, 

all positive. 


MAXTIBLE: 

Like repels like in electricity, Doctor, 

and so next, Waterfield and I 

attempted to repel The Image in the mirrors, 

wherever we directed. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

You mentioned static electricity. 


WATERFIELD: 

That was our last experiment. Negative and positive electricity had failed, so we tried static. 

If only we could have known the powers we were going to unleash. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

Powers? 


WATERFIELD: 

In the middle of our final test with static, creatures burst out of the cabinet, invaded the house, took away my daughter. 


MAXTIBLE: 

Oh, my dear fellow. 

My dear, dear fellow. 

But we shall win through now that The Doctor is here. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

These creatures…

WATERFIELD: 

We had opened The Way for Them with our experiments. 

They forced me into the horror of time travel, Doctor. 

They ordered me to steal a box belonging to you and thus lure you into a trap 

and transport you here, together with your colleague Mister McCrimmon. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

They knew about me, these creatures. 


MAXTIBLE: 

They gave us likenesses. 


WATERFIELD: 

What could I do? 

They said my daughter would die. 


The Cosmic Hobo: 

What are they called, these creatures? 

JAMIE: 

Not a sign of him. 

The only chance we had. 

The Cosmic Hobo: 

There is this. 

(the matchbook) 

The Tricolour. 

It's a coffee bar, apparently. 

And that's not all. 

JAMIE: 

Well, what else? 

The Cosmic Hobo: 

Well, normally people pull out their matches 

from right to left. 

These have been torn out from left to right. 

JAMIE: 

What does that mean? 

The Cosmic Hobo: 

It means we've got to find 

a coffee bar called The Tricolour, 

and look for a man called 

Ken or Kenneth someone, 

who's left-handed. 

JAMIE: 

Now we've got something to go on. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 

But it's so little, Jamie. It's too little. 

He might only have been there once. 

There's no guarantee he'll ever go there again. 

JAMIE: 

Now, don't give up Doctor —

Remember Bruce. 

The Cosmic Hobo: 

Bruce? 

JAMIE: 

Robert Bruce.