sk.theshining-第19部分

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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's　head。　〃Those　are　your　quarters；〃　he　said；　〃except　for　the　bath；　which　opens　off　the　main　bedroom。　It's　not　a　huge　apartment；　but　of　course　you'll　have　the　rest　of　the　hotel　to　spread　out　in。　The　lobby　fireplace　is　in　good　working　order；　or　so　Watson　tells　me；　and　you　must　feel　free　to　eat　in　the　dining　room　if　the　spirit　moves　you　to　do　so。〃　He　spoke　in　the　tone　of　a　man　conferring　a　great　favor。
　　〃All　right；〃　Jack　said。
　　〃Shall　we　go　down？〃　Mr。　Ullman　asked。
　　〃Fine；〃　Wendy　said。
　　They　went　downstairs　in　the　elevator；　and　now　the　lobby　was　wholly　deserted　except　for　Watson；　who　was　leaning　against　the　main　doors　in　a　rawhide　jacket；　a　toothpick　between　his　lips。
　　〃I　would　have　thought　you'd　be　miles　from　here　by　now；〃　Mr。　Ullman　said；　his　voice　slightly　chill。
　　〃Just　stuck　around　to　remind　Mr。　Torrance　here　about　the　boiler；〃　Watson　said；　straightening　up。　〃Keep　your　good　weather　eye　on　her；　fella；　and　she'll　be　fine。
　　Knock　the　press　down　a　couple　of　times　a　day。　She　creeps。〃　S