sk.theshining-第6章
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st； and of course the bituary in that pissant little rag they have down in Estes Park； but that was just about all。 Pretty good； considerin the reputation this place has got。 I expected some reporter would dig it all up again and just sorta put Grady in it as an excuse to rake over the scandals。〃
〃What scandals？〃 Watson shrugged。 〃Any big hotels have got scandals；〃 he said。 〃Just like every big hotel has got a ghost。 Why？ Hell； people e and go。 Sometimes one of em will pop off in his room； heart attack or stroke or something like that。 Hotels are superstitious places。 No thirteenth floor or room thirteen； no mirrors on the back of the door you e in through； stuff like that。 Why； we lost a lady just this last July。 Ullman had to take care of that； and you can bet your ass he did。 That's what they pay him twenty…two thousand bucks a season for； and as much as I dislike the little prick； he earns it。 It's like some people just e here to throw up and they hire a guy like Ullman to clean up the messes。 Here's this woman； must be sixty fuckin years old…my age！…and her hair's dyed just as red as a whore's stoplight； tits saggin just about down to her belly button on account of she ain't wearin no brassy…ear； big varycoarse veins all up and down her legs so they look like a couple of goddam roadmaps； the jools drippin off her neck and arms an hangin out her ears。 And she's got this kid with her； he can't be no more than seventeen； with hair down to his asshole and his crotch bulgin 'like he stuffed it with the funnypages。 So they're here a week； ten days maybe； and every night it's the same drill。 Down in the Colorado Lounge from five to seven； her suckin up singapore slings like they're gonna outlaw em tomorrow and him with just the one bottle of Olympia； suckin it； makin it last。
And she'd be makin jokes and sayin all these witty things； and every time she said one he'd grin just like a fuckin ape； like she had strings tied to the corners of his mouth。 Only after a few days you could see it was gettin harder an harder for him to grin； and God knows what he had to think about to get his pump primed by bedtime。 Well； they'd go in for dinner； him walkin and her staggerin； drunk as a coot； you know； and he'd be pinchin the waitresses and grinnin at em when she wasn't lookin。 Hell； we even had bets on how long he'd last。〃 Watson shrugged。
〃Then he es down one night around ten； sayin his 'wife' is 'indisposed'… which meant she was passed out again like every other night they was there…and he's goin to get her some stomach medicine。 So off he goes in the little Porsche they e in； and that's the last we see of him。 Next morning she es down and tries to put on this big act； but all day she's gettin paler an paler； and Mr。
Ullman asks her； sorta diplomatic…like； would she like him to notify the state cops； just in case maybe he had a little accident or something。 She's on him like a cat。 No…no…no； he's a fine driver； she isn't worried； everything's under control； he'll be back for dinner。 So that afternoon she steps into the Colorado around three and never has no dinner at all。 She goes up to her room around ten… thirty； and that's the last time anybody saw her alive。〃
〃What happened？〃
〃County coroner said she took about thirty sleepin pills on top of all the booze。 Her husband showed up the next day； some big…shot lawyer from New York。
He gave old Ullman four different shades of holy hell。 I'll sue this an I'll sue that an when I'm through you won't even be able to find a clean pair of underwear； stuff like that。 But Ullman's good； the sucker。 Ullman got him quieted down。 Probably asked that bigshot how he'd like to see his wife splashed all over the New York papers： Wife of Prominent New York Blah Blah Found Dead With Bellyful of Sleeping Pills。 After playing hide…the…salami with a kid young enough to be her grandson。
〃The state cops found the Porsche in the back of this allnight burger joint down in Lyons； and Ullman pulled a few strings to get it released to that lawyer。 Then both of them ganged up on old Archer Houghton； which is the county coroner； and got him to change the verdict to accidental death。 Heart attack。
Now ole Archer's driving a Chrysler。 I don't begrudge him。 A man's got to take it where he finds it； especially when he starts gettin along in years。〃 Out came the bandanna。 Honk。 Peek。 Out of sight。
〃So what happens？ About a week later this stupid cunt of a chambermaid； Delores Vickery by name； she gives out with a helluva shriek while she's makin up the room where those two stayed； and she faints dead away。 When she es to she says she seen the dead woman in the bathroom； layin naked in the tub。 'Her face was all purple an puffy。' she says； 'an she was grinnin at me。' So Ullman gave her two weeks' worth of walking papers and told her to get lost。 I figure there's maybe forty…fifty people died in this hotel since my grandfather opened it for business in 1910。〃 He looked shrewdly at Jack。
〃You know how most of em go？ Heart attack or stroke； while they're bangin the lady they're with。 That's what these resorts get a lot of； old types that want one last fling。 They e up here to the mountains to pretend they're twenty again。 Sometimes somethin gives； and not all the guys who ran this place was as good as Ullman is at keepin it out of the papers。 So the Overlook's got a reputation； yeah。 I'll bet the fuckin Biltmore in New York City has got a reputation； if you ask the right people。〃
〃But no ghosts？〃
〃Mr。 Torrance； I've worked here all my life。 I played here when I was a kid no older'n your boy in that wallet snapshot you showed me。 I never seen a ghost yet。 You want to e out back with me； I'll show you the equipment shed。〃
〃Fine。〃 As Watson reached up to turn off the light； Jack said； 〃There sure are a lot of papers down here。〃
〃Oh； you're not kiddin。 Seems like they go back a thousand years。 Newspapers and old invoices and bills of lading and Christ knows what else。 My dad used to keep up with them pretty good when we had the old wood…burning furnace； but now they've got all out of hand。 Some year I got to get a boy to haul them down to Sidewinder and burn em。 If Ullman will stand the expense。 I guess he will if I holler ‘rat' loud enough。〃
〃Then there are rats？〃
〃Yeah； I guess there's some。 I got the traps and the poison Mr。 Ullman wants you to use up in the attic and down here。 You keep a good eye on your boy； Mr。
Torrance。 You wouldn't want nothing to happen to him。〃
〃No； I sure wouldn't。〃 ing from Watson the advice didn't sting。
They went to the stairs and paused there for a moment while Watson blew his nose again。
〃You'll find all the tools you need out there and some you don't； I guess。 And there's the shingles。 Did Ullman tell you about that？〃
〃Yes； he wants part of the west roof reshingled。〃
〃Hell get all the for…free out of you that he can； the fat little prick； and then whine around in the spring about how you didn't do the job half right。 I told him once right to his face； I said 。 。 。〃 Watson's words faded away to a forting drone as they mounted the stairs。
Jack Torrance looked back over his shoulder once into the impenetrable； musty… smelling darkness and thought that if there was ever a place that should have ghosts； this was it。 He thought of Grady； locked in by the soft； implacable snow； going quietly berserk and mitting his atrocity。 Did they scream？ he wondered。 Poor Grady； feeling it close in on him more every day； and knowing at last that for him spring would never e。 He shouldn't have been here。 And he shouldn't have lost his temper。
As he followed Watson through the door； the words echoed back to him like a knell； acpanied by a sharp snap…like a breaking pencil lead。 Dear God； he could use a drink。 Or a thousand of them。
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SHADOWLAND
Danny weakened and went up for his milk and cookies at quarter past four。 He gobbled them while looking out the window； then went in to kiss his mother； who was lying down。 She suggested that he stay in and watch 〃Sesame Street〃…the time would pass faster…but he shook his head firmly and went back to his place on the curb。
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