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judged; really not more than a twinkle; a mousy…looking man and his escort;
wearing a faded cloth coat; would e in for dinner and Delores would trade one
of her tables for theirs。 The mousy little man would leave a picture of
Alexander Hamilton under his plate; bad enough for the girl who had made the
trade; but worse; Delores would crow over it。 She was lazy; a goof…off in an
operation run by a man who allowed no goof…offs。 She would sit in a linen
closet; reading a confession magazine and smoking; but whenever Ullman went on
one of his unscheduled prowls (and woe to the girl he caught resting her feet)
he found her working industriously; her magazine hidden under the sheets on a
high shelf; her ashtray tucked safely into her uniform pocket。 Yeah; Hallorann
thought; shed been a goof…off and a sloven and the other girls had resented
her; but Delores had had that little twinkle。 It had always greased the skids
for her。 But what she had seen in 217 had scared her badly enough so she was
more than glad to pick up the walking papers Ullman had issued her and go。
Why had she e to him? A shine knows a shine; Hallorann thought; grinning at
the pun。
So he had gone up that night and had let himself into the room; which was to
be reoccupied the next day。 He had used the office passkey to get in; and if
Ullman had caught him with that key; he would have joined Delores Vickery on the
unemployment line。
The shower curtain around the tub had been drawn。 He had pushed it back; but
even before he did hed had a premonition of what he was going to see。 Mrs。
Massey; swollen and purple; lay soggily in the tub; which was half…full of
water。 He had stood looking down at her; a pulse beating thickly in his throat。
There had been other things at the Overlook: a bad dream that recurred at
irregular intervals — some sort of costume party and he was catering it in the
Overlooks ballroom and at the shout to unmask; everybody exposed faces that
were those of rotting insects — and there had been the hedge animals。 Twice;
maybe three times; he had (or thought he had) seen them move; ever so slightly。
That dog would seem to change from his sitting…up posture to a slightly crouched
one; and the lions seemed to move forward; as if menacing the little tykes on
the playground。 Last year in May Ullman had sent him up to the attic to look for
the ornate set of firetools that now stood beside the lobby fireplace。 While he
had been up there the three lightbulbs strung overhead had gone out and he had