'Then I met you again in 1984 or 1985. You had just joined the force. We had a walk by the river, close to the old wooden bridge, and you told me that one day you wanted to be Chief Constable of Avon and Somerset, but that promotion opportunities were limited in the area, and you might have to move. And my friend Tegan slipped on the bridge and injured her ankle and you carried her back to the school grounds.'
Denman paused. 'The Doctor...?'
'And you said, "If you're ever passing, drop in and say hello."' The Doctor smiled broadly. 'Hello.'
'You look nothing like the Doctor,' said Denman.
'You've changed a bit yourself in twenty-five years.
Nevertheless, I am am the Doctor.' the Doctor.'
Denman returned to his seat and looked up at McMahon and Hill. 'Take a break for five minutes, lads,' he said and nodded towards the door. 'Actually, make it ten.'
'I'm glad you remember me,' said the Doctor as the two officers closed the door.
Denman reached across to switch off the tape recorder. 'It isn't going to help,' he said. 'I can't drop serious charges like these just because I've met you.'
'Those explosives were strapped around me by Kenneth Shanks. I was told to go to that club, or he would set them off,' said the Doctor.
Denman looked at the Doctor's face closely, as if searching for evidence of a lie.
'Knowing that piece of scum, I believe you. But...'
'Evidence?' said the Doctor sadly. 'Unfortunately, the communication device he gave me was lost when your officers arrested me.' The Doctor leaned forward. 'Hexen Bridge,' he said. 'Funny place.'
'Hilarious.'
'You know what I mean. Insular. Sinister.'
'Your point being...?'
'Are you sterile, Mr Denman?'
Denman looked as though he was about to hit the Doctor, and the Time Lord flinched. Then the policeman glanced away, clearly embarrassed.
'I'll take that as a "yes",' said the Doctor.
'If you must know,' said Denman after a moment's silence, 'ever since I left Hexen Bridge.'
'Interesting, wouldn't you say?'
'I'm not sure I follow you.'
The Doctor stood up and put both hands on the table in front of Denman, his fingers spread out like a spider's web.
'The taint of Hexen Bridge is very strong. Everything's connected, I'm sure. The school, the cleverness of the children, the lack of other villages around it...'
Denman laughed. 'You'll be telling me Jack i' the Green is behind it all next.'
'What?'
'A village legend,' said Denman.
'Tell me more.'
'There was a massacre.'
'When?'
'Seventeenth century. Judge Jeffreys and his black-shirts rode into town, rounded up every man over the age of fourteen and threw them into a pit in the village green.'
The Doctor nodded. 'I read something about this. Years ago. And Jack?'
'You don't talk about Jack in Hexen Bridge.'
'We're not in in Hexen Bridge, Mr Denman.' Hexen Bridge, Mr Denman.'
Denman paused, glancing around the room. 'Some say there's a force in the green,' he said at last. 'That he... it...
controls the village.' Denman stopped and shook his head.
'Stupid country legends,' he said.
'Someone was telling me about the hollow men earlier,' said the Doctor.
'Yes, that's another one. Scarecrows. Good stories to frighten the children...'
'Shanks is planning to wage war against you, you know,'
said the Doctor with another dizzying change of subject. 'I've seen the weaponry. Part of a huge consignment bought from a man called Winstone.'
Denman seemed unfazed by this revelation, nodding as if this was old news. 'With our beloved Minister of Defence acting as broker,' said the policeman. 'Of course, we'd never be able to prove his his involvement. He's the uncrowned King of Not Getting Caught. Trevor, on the other hand, we could perhaps implicate, with your help.' involvement. He's the uncrowned King of Not Getting Caught. Trevor, on the other hand, we could perhaps implicate, with your help.'
'Yes,' said the Doctor sadly. 'A pity. A man of great promise.'
'Oh, I know,' said Denman. 'I don't like trying to imprison my relatives.'
'Cousin?' asked the Doctor.
'Three or four times removed. So is Hatch. Still, the law shows no favours to kith or kin.'
'Indeed,' agreed the Doctor. 'I am very keen to help you. I think there's much more going on here than a bit of gunrunning. Hatch wouldn't involve himself in something so mundane.' The Doctor paused. 'But there are two conditions.'
'Go on,' said the policeman suspiciously.
'That the charges against me are dropped. I won't be able to help you pursue Shanks if I'm stuck behind bars.'
Denman nodded slowly. 'If you agree to testify against Shanks, and anyone else we can implicate, then I can recommend that to the CPS. And the other condition?'
'There was a young woman arrested at the same time as I was,' said the Doctor. 'She had drugs in her bag. Shanks tried to force me to put a package there, but I refused. He found another way. I give you my word that she is completely innocent. She should be released instantly. She must be terrified.' He removed a photograph from inside the sleeve of his jacket, where it had evaded the scrutiny of the arresting officers, and pushed it across the table to Denman. 'I have no idea why Shanks should want to hurt her.'
Denman glanced at the photograph, then jumped to his feet, the chair screeching against the polished floor. He ran from the room.
The Doctor stood up. The door was wide open. He walked out into the corridor, finding himself facing the desk sergeant.
'Can you tell me which way Mr Denman went?' he asked.
'Where'd you spring from, Dillinger?' said the sergeant.
'I was talking to the Chief Constable, and he suddenly -'
There was a cry of horror from further down the corridor.
The Doctor ran down the gloomy passageway, the sergeant at his heels. He found Denman crouched in a cell doorway, being forcibly restrained by other officers. He was shouting, hoarsely. Beyond him, some policemen were cutting down the body of a girl which hung limply from the ceiling.
CHAPTER 8.
THE SOUND OF SOMEONE VOU LOVE WHO'S GOING AWAY AND IT DOESN'T MATTER
The scarecrow's hand pushed through the fractured hole.
The fingers were formed from intertwined flesh and stick; the tattered arm of the shirt revealed stalks of corn, arranged as veins. Tiny rust-coloured leaves fell like blood when the hand snagged on sharp splinters of wood.
Steven Chen backed away from the doorway. 'What is that thing?'
Ace swung round, inadvertently blinding her companion with the torch. 'You've seen Night of the Living Dead Night of the Living Dead, right?'
She glanced around the dark church. Ill-defined shapes pressed against the windows along one wall. Twigs scratched against the stained glass. Ace ran into the small northern aisle, seeking weapons or an escape route. 'They don't seem to have got around here yet,' she said, pointing to the windowed arches that ran along the wall. She jumped on to a pew, peering through the glass at the churchyard beyond.
'Of course!' exclaimed Steven. 'That part of the graveyard is completely enclosed. The wall must be holding them back.'
'Give me a hand with this, then,' said Ace. At the far end of the aisle was a brass lectern in the shape of an enormous eagle with wings spread aloft. Ace glanced at the ornate Bible, open at Isaiah. Those who hope in the Lord will renew Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles. their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles.
Ace threw the book on to the floor. With Steven's help, she hefted the lectern into the air, and manoeuvred it towards the nearest window. With some difficulty they hurled it through.
The window exploded, raining coloured glass and lead on to the ground outside. Ace kicked at the hole with her boots.
'Come on!' she said impatiently, pushing Steven forward.
The side door of the church burst open.
'How is he?' asked the Doctor as his cell door opened slowly.
Hill stood, silhouetted in the light of the corridor. 'About as well as can be expected for a man who'll have to bury his only child.'
'Where is he now?'
'At home. Half the middle management in the region is with him. It's sickening.'
The Doctor nodded, encouraging Hill to go on.
'He's asked for you,' said the policeman. 'He wants to talk.'
The Doctor got to his feet. 'Responsibility for one's actions,'
he said, marching towards the door, 'comes from the absolute belief in the validity of what one does. Do you understand?'
Hill stared back at him blankly. 'I don't think I understand anything any more.'
Hill drove the Doctor in silence through the leafy suburbs of Liverpool as the dawn skies grew brighter around them.
Denman's house was a mock-Tudor-fronted building set within two acres of rich, rolling lawns. The Doctor strode up the gravel drive towards the front door and tipped his hat to a young-looking WPC. She instinctively moved to bar his entry, but then saw Hill behind, and the look of tired wisdom in the Doctor's eyes, and stepped aside.
The Doctor walked towards the living room, and found it full of men with glasses in their hands, standing around looking bewildered and anxious. The room was thick with their cigarette smoke and the sound of coughing.