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Stepping out of the Tardis into Victorian London, Leela and the Doctor are confronted by menacing, diabolical horrors shrouded within the swirling London fog—a man’s death cry, an attack by Chinese Tong hatchet men, giant rats roaming the sewers, young women mysteriously disappearing...
The hideously deformed Magnus Greel, conducting a desperate search for the lost Time Cabinet, is the instigator of all this evil. Posing as the Chinese god, Weng-Chiang, Greel uses the crafty Chang, and the midget manikin, Mr Sin, to achieve his terrifying objectives.
The Doctor must use all his skill, energy and intelligence to escape the talons of Weng-Chiang.
ISBN 0 426 11973 8
DOCTOR WHO
AND THE TALONS
OF WENG-CHIANG
Based on the BBC television serial
TERRANCE DICKS
A TARGET BOOK
The Paperback Division of
W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd
A Target Book
Published in 1977
by the Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd.
A Howard & Wyndham Company
44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB
Novelisation copyright © 1977 by Terrance Dicks Original Script copyright © 1977 by Robert Holmes
‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © 1977 by the British Broadcasting Corporation
Printed in Great Britain by
Richard Clay (The Chaucer Press) Ltd, Bungay, Suffolk ISBN 0426 11973 8
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
CONTENTS
1 Terror in the Fog
2 The Horror in the River
3 Death of a Prisoner
4 The Monster in the Tunnel
5 The Quest of Greel
6 The Tong Attacks
7 The Lair of Weng-Chiang
8 The Sacrifice
9 In the Jaws of the Rat
10 A Plan to Kill the Doctor
11 Death on Stage
12 The Hunt for Greel
13 The House of the Dragon
14 The Prisoners of Greel
15 The Firebomb
1
Terror in the Fog
They were having a good night at the Palace. Even though it was only the first performance of the evening the theatre was packed. In the boxes and the front stalls sat the toffs, men immaculate in evening dress, ladies in fine evening gowns, all down in the East End for a night at the Music Hall.
The body of the theatre and the Grand Circle above were filled with local people, tradesmen and their wives and families, bank clerks and shop assistants. High above in the top-most balcony, known as the ‘Gods,’ the poorer people were crowded onto hard wooden benches. Laborers, dock workers, soldiers and sailors, even some of the half-starved unemployed—they’d all managed to scrape together a few coppers for the big night of the week. They were a tough crowd up in the ‘Gods,’ ready to show their feelings with boos, catcalls and rotten fruit if an act wasn’t to their liking. But now, like everyone else in the theatre, they were staring entranced at the gorgeously robed figure on stage, the famous Chinese magician Li H’sen Chang.
