按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
But what if he was wrong？ He had known that this was his last season at the Overlook ever since he had seen that thing in the bathtub of Room 217。 It had been worse than any picture in any book； and from here the boy running to his mother looked so small 。 。 。
I don't think… His eyes drifted down to the topiary animals。
Abruptly he started the car and put it in gear and drove away； trying not to look back。 And of course he did； and of course the porch was empty。 They had gone back inside。 It was as if the Overlook had swallowed them。
》
THE GRAND TOUR
〃What were you talking about； hon？〃 Wendy asked him as they went back inside。
〃Oh； nothing much。〃
〃For nothing much it sure was a long talk。〃 He shrugged and Wendy saw Danny's paternity in the gesture； Jack could hardly have done it better himself。 She would get no more out of Danny。 She felt strong exasperation mixed with an even stronger love： the love was helpless； the exasperation came from a feeling that she was deliberately being excluded。 With the two of them around she sometimes felt like an outsider； a bit player who had accidentally wandered back onstage while the main action was taking place。 Well； they wouldn't be able to exclude her this winter； her two exasperating males； quarters were going to be a little too close for that。 She suddenly realized she was feeling jealous of the closeness between her husband and her son； and felt ashamed。 That was too close to the way her own mother might have felt 。 。 。 too close for fort。
The lobby was now empty except for Ullman and the head desk clerk （they were at the register； cashing up）； a couple of maids who had changed to warm slacks and sweaters； standing by the front door and looking out with their luggage pooled around them； and Watson； the maintenance man。 He caught her looking at him and gave her a wink 。 。 。 a decidedly lecherous one。 She looked away hurriedly。 Jack was over by the window just outside the restaurant； studying the view。 He looked rapt and dreamy。
The cash register apparently checked out； because now Ullman ran it shut with an authoritative snap。 He initialed the tape and put it in a small zipper case。
Wendy silently applauded the head clerk； who looked greatly relieved。 Ullman looked like the type of man who might take any shortage out of the head clerk's hide 。 。 。 without ever spilling a drop of blood。 Wendy didn't much care for Ullman or his officious； ostentatiously bustling manner。 He was like every boss she'd ever had； male or female。 He would be saccharin sweet with the guests； a petty tyrant when he was backstage with the help。 But now school was out and the head clerk's pleasure was written large on his face。 It was out for everyone but she and Jack and Danny； anyway。
〃Mr。 Torrance；〃 Ullman called peremptorily。 〃Would you e over here； please？
〃 Jack walked over； nodding to Wendy and Danny that they were to e too。
The clerk； who had gone into the back； now came out again wearing an overcoat。
〃Have a pleasant winter； Mr。 Ullman。〃
〃I doubt it；〃 Ullman said distantly。 〃May twelfth； Braddock。 Not a day earlier。 Not a day later。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 Braddock walked around the desk； his face sober and dignified； as befitted his position； but when his back was entirely to Ullman； he grinned like a schoolboy。
He spoke briefly to the two girls still waiting by the door for their ride； and he was followed out by a brief burst of stifled laughter。
Now Wendy began to notice the silence of the place。 It had fallen over the hotel like a heavy blanket muting everything but the faint pulse of the afternoon wind outside。 From where she stood she could look through the inner office； now neat to the point of sterility with its two bare desks and two sets of gray filing cabinets。 Beyond that she could see Hallorann's spotless kitchen； the big portholed double doors propped open by rubber wedges。
〃I thought I would take a few extra minutes and show you through the Hotel；〃 Ullman said； and Wendy reflected that you could always hear that capital H in Ullman's voice。 You were supposed to hear it。 〃I'm sure your husband will get to know the ins and outs of the Overlook quite well； Mrs。 Torrance； but you and your son will doubtless keep more to the lobby level and the first floor； where your quarters are。〃
〃Doubtless；〃 Wendy murmured demurely； and Jack shot her a private glance。
〃It's a beautiful place；〃 Ullman said expansively。 〃I rather enjoy showing it off。〃 I'll bet you do； Wendy thought。
〃Let's go up to third and work our way down；〃 Ullman said。 He sounded positively enthused。
〃If we're keeping you…〃 Jack began。
〃Not at all；〃 Ullman said： 〃The shop is shut。 Tout fins； for this season； at least。 And I plan to overnight in Boulder…at the Boulderado； of course。 Only decent hotel this side of Denver 。 。 。 except for the Overlook itself； of course。 This way。〃 They stepped into the elevator together。 It was ornately scrolled in copper and brass； but it settled appreciably before Ullman pulled the gate across。
Danny stirred a little uneasily； and Ullman smiled down at him。 Danny tried to smile back without notable success。
〃Don't you worry； little man；〃 Ullman said。 〃Safe as houses。〃
〃So was the Titanic；〃 Jack said； looking up at the cut…glass globe in the center of the elevator ceiling。 Wendy bit the inside of her cheek to keep the smile away。
Ullman was not amused。 He slid the inner gate across with a rattle and a bang。
〃The Titanic made only one voyage； Mr。 Torrance。 This elevator has made thousands of them since it was installed in 1926。〃
〃That's reassuring；〃 Jack said。 He ruffed Danny's hair。 〃The plane ain't gonna crash； doc。〃 Ullman threw the lever over； and for a moment there was nothing but a shuddering beneath their feet and the tortured whine of the motor below them。
Wendy had a vision of the four of them being trapped between floors like flies in a bottle and found in the spring 。 。 。 with little bits and pieces gone 。 。 。
like the Donner Party 。 。 。
（Stop it！） The elevator began to rise； with some vibration and clashing and banging from below at first。 Then the ride smoothed out。 At the third floor Ullman brought them to a bumpy stop； retracted the gate； and opened the door。 The elevator car was still six inches below floor level。 Danny gazed at the difference in height between the third…floor hall and the elevator floor as if he had just sensed the universe was not as sane as he had been told。 Ullman cleared his throat and raised the car a little； brought it to a stop with a jerk （still two inches low）； and they all climbed out。 With their weight gone the car rebounded almost to floor level； something Wendy did not find reassuring at all。 Safe as houses or not； she resolved to take the stairs when she had to go up or down in this place。 And under no conditions would she allow the three of them to get into the rickety thing together。
〃What are you looking at； doc？〃 Jack inquired humorously。 〃See any spots there？〃
〃Of course not；〃 Ullman said； nettled。 〃All the rugs were shampooed just two days ago。〃 Wendy glanced down at the hall runner herself。 Pretty； but definitely not anything she would choose for her own home； if the day ever came when she had one。 Deep blue pile； it was entwined with what seemed to be a surrealistic jungle scene full of ropes and vines and trees filled with exotic birds。 It was hard to tell just what sort of birds； because all the interweaving was done in unshaded black； giving only silhouettes。
〃Do you like the rug？〃 Wendy asked Danny。
〃Yes； Mom；〃 he said colorlessly。
They walked down the hall； which was fortably wide。 The wallpaper was silk； a lighter blue to go against the rug。 Electric flambeaux stood at ten…foot intervals at a height of about seven feet。 Fashioned to look like London gas lamps； the bulbs were masked behind cloudy； cream…hued glass that was bound with crisscrossing iron strips。
〃I like those very much；〃 she said。
Ullman nodded； pleased。 〃Mr。 Derwent bad those installed throughout the Hotel after the war…number Two； I mean。 In fact most…although not all…of the third… floor decorating scheme was his idea。 This is 300； the Presidential Suite。〃 He twisted his key in the lock of the mahogany double doors and swung them wide。 The sitting room's wide western exposure made them all gasp； which had probably been Ullman's intention。 He smiled。 〃Quite a view； isn't it？〃
〃It sure is；〃 Jack said。
The window ran nearly the length of the sitting room； and beyond it the sun was poised directly between two sawtoothed peaks； casting golden light across the rock faces and the sugared snow on the high tips。 The clouds around and behind this picture…postcard view were also tinted gold； and a sunbeam glinted duskily down into the darkly pooled firs below the timberline。
Jack and Wendy were so absorbed in the view that they didn't look down at Danny； who was staring not out the window but at the red…and…white…striped silk wallpaper to the left； where a door opened into an interior bedroom。 And his gasp； which had been mingled with theirs； had nothing to do with beauty。
Gre