Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders

The Brigadier came in and said briskly, ‘Packed off that
police chappy at last. According to the post mortem, it was a
natural death. Poor chap had a weak heart.’
‘Perhaps he did,’ said the Doctor grimly, ‘but I’m still
responsible, you know. I gave him the crystal to look at – and
something he saw while he was holding it gave him such a shock
that his heart gave out. It killed him.’
‘The same something that turned the place upside down,’
said Benton.
The Doctor nodded. ‘A tremendous explosion of
psychokinetic force... Wait a moment – there’s just a chance...’
The Brigadier felt very irritated by all this mystery. ‘A
chance of what, Doctor?’
The Doctor was busily sorting out his tangle of electronic
equipment, now back on its trolley. ‘He was still attached to the
IRIS machine when he died. It should have recorded his
thoughts for us – if it hasn’t been shaken up too badly.’ The
Doctor turned the machine on and adjusted the controls. It gave
out a high-pitched electronic noise, like a tape being wound
backwards at high speed. The Doctor twiddled a bit more, and
blurred pictures began to form on the little screen. The
Brigadier peered over the Doctor’s shoulder, trying to make
sense of the distorted shapes: shapes with round furry bodies,
and many legs. ‘Bless my soul,’ said the Brigadier, ‘looks like a
lot of...’
‘Spiders!’ said the Doctor. ‘Now why should the crystal have
made the poor chap think of spiders?’ He stood brooding for a
moment, then said decisively, ‘Only one thing to do – I shall
have to look into the crystal for myself.’
Benton and the Brigadier both started to protest.
‘Far too dangerous,’ snapped the Brigadier.
‘Let me have a go,’ said Benton.