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h beauty。
Great splashes of dried blood； flecked with tiny bits of grayish…white tissue； clotted the wallpaper。 It made Danny feel sick。 It was like a crazy picture drawn in blood； a surrealistic etching of a man's face drawn back in terror and pain； the mouth yawning and half the head pulverized… （So if you should see something 。 。 。 just look the other way and when you look back； it'll be gone。 Are you diggin me？） He deliberately looked out the window； being careful to show no expression on his face； and when his mommy's hand closed over his own he took it； being careful not to squeeze it or give her a signal of any kind。
The manager was saying something to his daddy about making sure to shutter that big window so a strong wind wouldn't blow it in。 Jack was nodding。 Danny looked cautiously back at the wall。 The big dried bloodstain was gone。 Those little gray…white flecks that had been scattered all through it； they were gone； too。
Then Ullman was leading them out。 Mommy asked him if he thought the mountains were pretty。 Danny said he did； although he didn't really care for the mountains； one way or the other。 As Ullman was closing the door behind them； Danny looked back over his shoulder。 The bloodstain had returned； only now it was fresh。 It was running。 Ullman； looking directly at it； went on with his running mentary about the famous men who had stayed here。 Danny discovered that he had bitten his lip hard enough to make it bleed； and he had never even felt it。 As they walked on down the corridor； he fell a little bit behind the others and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand and thought about （blood） （Did Mr。 Hallorann see blood or was it something worse？） （I don't think those things can hurt you。） There was an iron scream behind his lips； but he would not let it out。 His mommy and daddy could not see such things； they never had。 He would keep quiet。
His mommy and daddy were loving each other； and that was a real thing。 The other things were just like pictures in a book。 Some pictures were scary； but they couldn't hurt you。 They 。 。 。 couldn't 。 。 。 hurt you。
Mr。 Ullman showed them some other rooms on the third floor； leading them through corridors that twisted and turned like a maze。 They were all sweets up here； Mr。 Ullman said； although Danny didn't see any candy。 He showed them some rooms where a lady named Marilyn Monroe once stayed when she was married to a man named Arthur Miller （Danny got a vague understanding that Marilyn and Arthur had gotten a DIVORCE not long after they were in the Overlook Hotel）。
〃Mommy？〃
〃What； honey？〃
〃If they were married； why did they have different names？ You and Daddy have the same names。〃
〃Yes； but we're not famous； Danny；〃 Jack said。 〃Famous women keep their same names even after they get married because their names are their bread and butter。〃
〃Bread and butter；〃 Danny said； pletely mystified。
〃What Daddy means is that people used to like to go to the movies and see Marilyn Monroe；〃 Wendy said； 〃but they might not like to go to see Marilyn Miller。〃
〃Why not？ She'd still be the same lady。 Wouldn't everyone know that？〃
〃Yes； but…〃 She looked at Jack helplessly。
〃Truman Capote once stayed in this room；〃 Ullman interrupted impatiently。 He opened the door。 〃That was in my time。 An awfully nice man。 Continental manners。〃 There was nothing remarkable in any of these rooms （except for the absence of sweets； which Mr。 Ullman kept calling them）； nothing that Danny was afraid of。
In fact； there was only one other thing on the third floor that bothered Danny； and he could not have said why。 It was the fire extinguisher on the wall just before they turned the corner and went back to the elevator； which stood open and waiting like a mouthful of gold teeth。
It was an old…fashioned extinguisher； a flat hose folded back a dozen times upon itself； one end attached to a large red valve； the other ending in a brass nozzle。 The folds of the hose were secured with a red steel slat on a hinge。 In case of a fire you could knock the steel slat up and out of the way with one hard push and the hose was yours。 Danny could see that much； he was good at seeing how things worked。 By the time he was two and a half he had been unlocking the protective gate his father had installed at the top of the stairs in the Stovington house。 He had seen how the lock worked。 His daddy said it was a NACK。 Some people had the NACK and some people didn't。
This fire extinguisher was a little older than others he had seen…the one in the nursery school； for instance…but that was not so unusual。 Nonetheless it filled him with faint unease； curled up there against the light blue wallpaper like a sleeping snake。 And he was glad when it was out of sight around the corner。
〃Of course all the windows have to be shuttered；〃 Mr。 Ullman said as they stepped back into the elevator。 Once again the car sank queasily beneath their feet。 〃But I'm particularly concerned about the one in the Presidential Suite。
The original bill on that window was four hundred and twenty dollars； and that was over thirty years ago。 It would cost eight times that to replace today。〃
〃I'll shutter it；〃 Jack said。
They went down to the second floor where there were more rooms and even more twists and turns in the corridor。 The light from the windows had begun to fade appreciably now as the sun went behind the mountains。 Mr。 Ullman showed them one or two rooms and that was all。 He walked past 217； the one Dick Hallorann had warned him about； without slowing。 Danny looked at the bland number…plate on the door with uneasy fascination。
Then down to the first floor。 Mr。 Ullman didn't show them into any rooms here until they had almost reached the thickly carpeted staircase that led down into the lobby again。 〃Here are your quarters；〃 he said。 〃I think you'll find them adequate。〃 They went in。 Danny was braced for whatever might be there。 There was nothing。
Wendy Torrance felt a strong surge of relief。 The Presidential Suite； with its cold elegance； had made her feel awkward and clumsy…it was all very well to visit some restored historical building with a bedroom plaque that announced Abraham Lincoln or Franklin D。 Roosevelt had slept there； but another thing entirely to imagine you and your husband lying beneath acreages of linen and perhaps making love where the greatest men in the world had once lain （the most powerful； anyway； she amended）。 But this apartment was simpler； homier； almost inviting。 She thought she could abide this place for a season with no great difficulty。
〃It's very pleasant；〃 she said to Ullman； and heard the gratitude in her voice。
Ullman nodded。 〃Simple but adequate。 During the season； this suite quarters the cook and his wife； or the cook and his apprentice。〃
〃Mr。 Hallorann lived here？〃 Danny broke in。
Mr。 Ullman inclined his head to Danny condescendingly。 〃Quite so。 He and Mr。
Nevers。〃 He turned back to Jack and Wendy。 〃This is the sitting room。〃 There were several chairs that looked fortable but not expensive； a coffee table that had once been expensive but now had a long chip gone from the side； two bookcases （stuffed full of Reader's Digest Condensed Books and Detective Book Club trilogies from the forties； Wendy saw with some amusement）； and an anonymous hotel TV that looked much less elegant than the buffed wood consoles in the rooms。
〃No kitchen； of course；〃 Ullman said； 〃but there is a dumb…waiter。 This apartment is directly over the kitchen。〃 He slid aside a square of paneling and disclosed a wide； squarer tray。 He gave it a push and it disappeared； trailing rope behind it。
〃It's a secret passage！〃 Danny said excitedly to his mother； momentarily forgetting all fears in favor of that intoxicating shaft behind the wall。 〃Just like in Abbott and Costello Meet the Monsters！〃 Mr。 Ullman frowned but Wendy smiled indulgently。 Danny ran over to the dumb… waiter and peered down the shaft。；
〃This way； please。〃 He opened the door on the far side of the living room。 It gave on the bedroom； which was spacious and airy。 There were twin beds。 Wendy looked at her husband； smiled； shrugged。
〃No problem；〃 Jack said。 〃We'll push them together。〃 Mr。 Ullman looked over his shoulder； honestly puzzled。 〃Beg pardon？〃
〃The beds；〃 Jack said pleasantly。 〃We can push them together。〃
〃Oh； quite；〃 Ullman said； momentarily confused。 Then his face cleared and a red flush began to creep up from the collar of his shirt。 〃Whatever you like。〃 He led them back into the sitting room； where a second door opened on a second bedroom； this one equipped with bunk beds。 A radiator clanked in one corner； and the rug on the floor was a hideous embroidery of western sage and cactus…Danny bad already fallen in love with it； Wendy saw。 The walls of this smaller room were paneled in real pine。
〃Think you can stand it in here； doc？〃 Jack asked。
〃Sure I can。 I'm going to sleep in the top bunk。 Okay？〃
〃If that's what you want。〃
〃I like the rug； too。 Mr。 Ullman； why don't you have all the rugs like that？〃 Mr。 Ullman looked for a moment as if he had sunk his teeth into a lemon。 Then he smiled and patted Danny