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history。〃
〃It formed no part of my knowledge;〃 Jack said。 〃I doubt if many other people
know it; either。 Not all of it。 They remember the Gienelli shooting; maybe; but
I doubt if anybody has put together all the wondrous and strange shuffles the
Overlook has been through since 1945。 And it always seems like Derwent or a
Derwent associate es up with the door prize。 What was Sylvia Hunter running
up there in 67 and 68; Mr。 Ullman? It was a whorehouse; wasnt it?〃
〃Torrance!〃 His shock crackled across two thousand miles of telephone cable
without losing a thing。
Smiling; Jack popped another Excedrin into his mouth and chewed it。
〃She sold out after a rather well known U。S。 senator died of a heart attack up
there。 There were rumors that he was found naked except for black nylon
stockings and a garter belt and a pair of high…heeled pumps。 Patent…leather
pumps; as a matter of fact。〃
〃Thats a vicious; damnable lie!〃 Ullman cried。
〃Is it?〃 Jack asked。 He was beginning to feel better。 The headache was
draining away。 He took the last Excedrin and chewed it up; enjoying the bitter;
powdery taste as the tablet shredded in his mouth。
〃It was a very unfortunate occurrence;〃 Ullman said。 〃Now what is the point;
Torrance? If youre planning to write some ugly smear article 。。。 if this is
some illconceived; stupid blackmail idea。。。〃
〃Nothing of the sort;〃 Jack said。 〃I called because I didnt think you played
square with me。 And because — 〃
〃Didnt play square?〃 Ullman cried。 〃My God; did you think I was going to
share a large pile of dirty laundry with the hotels caretaker? Who in heavens
name do you think you are? And how could those old stories possibly affect you
anyway? Or do you think there are ghosts parading up and down the halls of the
west wing wearing bedsheets and crying Woe!?〃
〃No; I dont think there are any ghosts。 But you raked up a lot of my personal
history before you gave me the job。 You had me on the carpet; quizzing me about
my ability to take care of your hotel like a little boy in front of the
teachers desk for peeing in the coatroom。 You embarrassed me。〃
〃I just do not believe your cheek; your bloody damned impertinence;〃 Ullman