Four guards had been needed to drag the Master from the Council Chamber to the penal wing. Once in the cell block, they took the contents of his pockets and efficiently locked everything away. Then they freed his hands and pushed him roughly into a cell. All his efforts to hypnotize them were cut short by a single barked order: "Quiet!"

After the guards left, the Master looked around and discovered that he was currently the sole occupant of the entire penal wing. He wasn't surprised, since there was nothing on this benighted planet worth stealing. Correction: there was one thing on the planet worth stealing and he was in jail trying for trying to steal it.

The Master was quite taken aback by the way things had worked out for him. He had expected to be in another galaxy by the time the Yyrikkites were sitting down to dinner. He brooded on the capriciousness of fate, which had placed the Temporal Regulator enticingly before him and then snatched it cruelly away. Not to mention the fact that his holiday was completely ruined.

In the final analysis, of course, the whole thing was the Doctor's fault. How typical of the Doctor to go scattering perfectly sound TARDIS parts all around the universe! Who could blame the Master for trying to recover the Temporal Regulator, which was totally wasted on the backward natives of this retarded planet? "I'm going to give that galactic litterbug a good piece of my mind the next time I see him!" he grumbled aloud.

The Master spent a cramped and miserable night tossing sleeplessly on the narrow cot in his barren cell. Morning found him playing listlessly with the fringed ends of his scarf. He paled when he heard the cell block door open. They must be coming to take him to the place of execution. Was it possible that his lives were going to end in this degrading manner? How humiliating to be put to death by primitives who were not worthy to grovel at his feet!

To the Master's utter astonishment, the Doctor entered the cell block, accompanied by Perpugilliam Brown, Morvva and Lazarrn. The Master jumped to his feet. "Doctor!" he exclaimed. "Doctor, am I relieved to see you!" He was confident the Doctor would never allow the Yyrikkites to execute him.

The Doctor was chatting amiably with Lazarrn and seemed not to have heard the Master's welcoming exclamation. Even as the little group advanced the short distance towards the Master's cell, the Doctor continued on with what he was saying, totally ignoring the cell's agitated occupant.

"Doctor!?" repeated the Master, with a little less certainty.

"Excuse me, Doctor," said Morvva respectfully, touching him lightly on the arm to get his attention.

"Yes?" the Doctor turned questioningly in his direction.

Morvva gestured towards the Master, who was now tightly gripping the bars to his cell. "This is the man who says he is your friend."

The Doctor looked blankly into the cell. At the same time, he squeezed Peri's arm to keep her from saying anything. Peri needed no warning, though. She had finally realized what the Doctor was planning to do, and she was looking forward to it.

"Doctor!" the Master cried. "Miss Brown! Tell them who I am!" He leaned forward and pressed his nose between the bars. Peri began to have a hard time keeping a straight face.

The Doctor, however, was having no problem whatsoever. In fact, he was becoming more creative as he went along. "Who, indeed?" He seemed to really look at Master for the first time. "Do I know you?" He continued to contemplate the Master with what appeared to be a genuine air of puzzlement. The Master rattled the bars in frustration.

With a shrug of his shoulders, the Doctor turned to face the little group. "One meets so many people in the course of his lifetimes," he said apologetically, "and I've never had a good memory for names or faces." He turned back to the Master and looked him up and down. "But the scarf looks familiar."

The Master was still clutching the bars. His knuckles had turned white. "Doctor, this is not funny!" he said through clenched teeth. "Don't you realize I'm under a sentence of death!?"

"Ah, yes; they did just mention something about that. Morvva, what is it this wretched miscreant has done?" the Doctor inquired. Peri hoped he was not laying it on too thick.

Morvva said solemnly, "He defiled your reliquary and tried to take the Keepsake of Metal you left us."

The Doctor looked thoroughly shocked."No!"

"Yes, indeed," chimed in Lazarrn. "We caught him in the process of removing it from its pedestal."

The Doctor shook his head sadly. "What is the galaxy coming to?"

A strangled sound escaped the Master. "Enough is enough, Doctor! You must tell them who I am!"

The Doctor reluctantly decided he had punished the Master enough. "Oh, all right," he said a bit sulkily. He turned to Morvva. "This man was telling the truth; he is a friend of my childhood days." He looked back at the Master. "Satisfied?"

Typically, the Master wasted no time in gratitude. "Now that this is settled, you'll be releasing me immediately, of course," he said arrogantly to Morvva.

Morvva looked doubtfully at the Doctor. "A moment ago you said you did not know this man," he pointed out.

A little guiltily, the Doctor said, "I was having him on - it was a joke. We're always playing these little tricks on one another; it's a tradition. You know...he tries to kill me; I pretend not to know him."

Apparently the Yyrikkites did not appreciate the humor of the situation. Lazarrn said, "Even so, Doctor, this man has broken our sacred law. He must be punished for trying to remove the Keepsake of Metal."

The Doctor shifted his weight uneasily. "Well, actually, I wanted to ask if I could remove the keepsake myself." Suddenly he brightened. "But I was detained, and so I asked my old friend here if he would come in my stead. When he didn't return, I came looking for him. I'm very sorry if his boorish ways offended you. He really can be most trying."

The Doctor fully expected to be the target of an irate look from the Master and was surprised by the slight smirk that appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Morvva no longer knew what to believe! "Yes, this is what the Master told us, but only after he was caught." The Doctor raised astonished eyebrows at the Master, who smiled broadly in return. "Still, since he was acting on your behalf, Doctor…" Somewhat reluctantly. Morvva released the Master from his jail cell.

"I see now it was a mistake to send the Master on this errand," admitted the Doctor. "I'm so used to it, I forgot how churlish he can seem if you don't know him. I can certainly see why you might want to execute him." He eyed the Master thoughtfully. "Apparently I got here just in time."

The Master came up beside the Doctor and smiled a crooked little smile at him. "Thank you — I think."

"Don't mention it. I'm sure I'll regret this; just give me a chance. Now, Morvva, I really did come here because I need the Temporal Regulator — the Keepsake of Metal, as you call it. But I hesitate to take it unless I can offer you something else of value. Is there anything I might do for you?"

Morvva and Lazarrn exchanged glances. "There is something," Lazarrn said excitedly. "The jellybabies you left with us were all consumed except for the last one, which was preserved in the reliquary. It would be wonderful to have enough jellybabies so that everyone could have a few for the Bag of Greetings." Seeing the Doctor's puzzled look, the Councillors told him about the little white paper bags.

"Well, I can certainly help you out there," the Doctor told them. "I haven't had any call for jellybabies in - oh, quite some time now. Peri, why don't you and Lazarrn just nip into the TARDIS spare parts cabinet and bring out the jellybabies? After all, if I ever want more, I can easily pop back to England for them."

The Master wondered if he heard correctly. "Did you say that you keep jellybabies in the spare parts cabinet?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Yes, it seemed like a logical place to the beige cricket player." The Master smiled in spite of himself.