sk.theshining-第100部分
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She was on the ninth； almost halfway up； when Jack's voice came from behind and below her。 He said thickly： 〃You bitch。 You killed me。〃 Terror as black as midnight swept through her。 She looked over her shoulder and saw Jack getting slowly to his feet。
His back was bowed over； and she could see the handle of the kitchen knife sticking out of it。 His eyes seemed to have contracted； almost to have lost themselves in the pale； sagging folds of the skin around them。 He was grasping the roque mallet loosely in his left hand。 The end of it was bloody。 A scrap of her pink terrycloth robe stuck almost in the center。
〃I'll give you your medicine；〃 he whispered； and began to stagger toward the stairs。
Whimpering with fear； she began to pull herself upward again。 Ten steps； a dozen； a baker's dozen。 But still the first…floor hallway looked as far above her as an unattainable mountain peak。 She was panting now； her side shrieking in protest。 Her hair swung wildly back and forth in front of her face。 Sweat stung her eyes。 The ticking of the domed clock in the ballroom seemed to fill her cars； and counterpointing it； Jack's panting； agonized gasps as he began to mount the stairs。
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HALLORANN ARRIVES
Larry Durkin was a tall and skinny man with a morose face overtopped with a luxuriant mane of red hair。 Hallorann had caught him just as he was leaving the Conoco station； the morose face buried deeply inside an army…issue parka。 He was reluctant to do any more business that stormy day no matter how far Hallorann had e； and even more reluctant to rent one of his two snowmobiles out to this wild…eyed black man who insisted on going up to the old Overlook。 Among people who had spent most of their lives in the little town of Sidewinder； the hotel had a smelly reputation。 Murder had been done up there。 A bunch of hoods had run the place for a while； and cutthroat businessmen had run it for a while； too。
And things had been done up at the old Overlook that never made the papers； because money has a way of talking。 But the people in Sidewinder had a pretty good idea。 Most of the hotel's chambermaids came from here； and chambermaids see a lot。
But when Hallorann mentioned Howard Cottrell's name and showed Durkin the tag inside one of the blue mittens； the gas station owner thawed。
〃Sent you here； did he？〃 Durkin asked； unlocking one of the garage bays and leading Hallorann inside。 〃Good to know the old rip's got some sense left。 I thought he was plumb out of it。〃 He flicked a switch and a bank of very old and very dirty fluorescents buzzed wearily into life。 〃Now what in the tarnal creation would you want up at that place； fella？〃 Hallorann's nerve had begun to crack。 The last few miles into Sidewinder had been very bad。 Once a gust of wind that must have been tooling along at better than sixty miles an hour had floated the Buick all the way around in a 360° turn。 And there were still miles to travel with God alone knew what at the other end of them。 He was terrified for the boy。 Now it was almost ten minutes to seven and he had this whole song and dance to go through again。
〃Somebody is in trouble up there；〃 he said very carefully。 〃The son of the caretaker。〃
〃Who？ Torrance's boy？ Now what kind of trouble could he be in？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Hallorann muttered。 He felt sick with the time this was taking。 He was speaking with a country man； and he knew that all country men feel a similar need to approach their business obliquely； to smell around its corners and sides before plunging into the middle of dealing。 But there was no time； because now he was one scared nigger and if this went on much longer he just might decide to cut and run。
〃Look；〃 he said。 〃Please。 I need to go up there and I have to have a snowmobile to get there。 I'll pay your price； but for God's sake let me get on with my business！〃
〃All right；〃 Durkin said； unperturbed。 〃If Howard sent you； that's good enough。 You take this ArcticCat。 I'll put five gallons of gas in the can。 Tank's full。 She'll get you up and back down； I guess。〃
〃Thank you；〃 Hallorann said； not quite steadily。
〃I'll take twenty dollars。 That includes the ethyl。〃 Hallorann fumbled a twenty out of his wallet and handed it over。 Durkin tucked it into one of his shirt pockets with hardly a look。
〃Guess maybe we better trade jackets； too；〃 Durkin said； pulling off his parka。 〃That overcoat of yours ain't gonna be worth nothin tonight。 You trade me back when you return the snowsled。〃
〃Oh； hey； I couldn't〃
〃Don't fuss with me；〃 Durkin interrupted； still mildly。 〃I ain't sending you out to freeze。 I only got to walk down two blocks and I'm at my own supper table。 Give it over。〃 Slightly dazed； Hallorann traded his overcoat for Durkin's fur…lined parka。
Overhead the fluorescents buzzed faintly； reminding him of the lights in the Overlook's kitchen。
〃Torrance's boy；〃 Durkin said； and shook his head。 〃Good…lookin little tyke； ain't he？ He n his dad was in here a lot before the snow really flew。 Drivin the hotel truck； mostly。 Looked to me like the two of em was just about as tight as they could get。 That's one little boy that loves his daddy。 Hope he's all right。〃
〃So do I。〃 Hallorann zipped the parka and tied the hood。
〃Lemme help you push that out；〃 Durkin said。 They rolled the snowmobile across the oil…stained concrete and toward the garage bay。 〃You ever drove one of these before？〃
〃No。
〃Well； there's nothing to it。 The instructions are pasted there on the dashboard； but all there really is； is stop and go。 Your throttle's here； just like a motorcycle throttle。 Brake on the other side。 Lean with it on the turns。
This baby will do seventy on hardpack； but on this powder you'll get no more than fifty and that's pushing it。〃 Now they were in the service station's snow…filled front lot； and Durkin had raised his voice to make himself heard over the battering of the wind。 〃Stay on the road！〃 he shouted at Hallorann's ear。 〃Keep your eye on the guardrail posts and the signs and you'll be all right； I guess。 If you get off the road； you're going to be dead。 Understand？〃 Hallorann nodded。
〃Wait a minute！〃 Durkin told him； and ran back into the garage bay。
While he was gone； Hallorann turned the key in the ignition and pumped the throttle a little。 The snowmobile coughed into brash； choppy life。
Durkin came back with a red and black ski mask。
〃Put this on under your hood！〃 he shouted。
Hallorann dragged it on。 It was a tight fit； but it cut the last of the numbing wind off from his cheeks and forehead and chin。
Durkin leaned close to make himself heard。
〃I guess you must know about things the same way Howie does sometimes；〃 he said。 〃It don't matter； except that place has got a bad reputation around here。
I'll give you a rifle if you want it。〃
〃I don't think it would do any good；〃 Hallorann shouted back。
〃You're the boss。 But if you get that boy； you bring him to Sixteen Peach Lane。 The wife'll have some soup on。〃
〃Okay。 Thanks for everything。〃
〃You watch out！〃 Durkin yelled。 〃Stay on the road！〃 Hallorann nodded and twisted the throttle slowly。 The snowmobile purred forward； the headlamp cutting a clean cone of light through the thickly falling snow。 He saw Durkin's upraised hand in the rearview mirror； and raised his own in return。 Then he nudged the handlebars to the left and was traveling up Main Street； the snowmobile coursing smoothly through the white light thrown by the streetlamps。 The speedometer stood at thirty miles an hour。 It was ten past seven。 At the Overlook； Wendy and Danny were sleeping and Jack Torrance was discussing matters of life and death with the previous caretaker。
Five blocks up Main； the streetlamps ended。 For half a mile there were small houses； all buttoned tightly up against the storm； and then only wind…howling darkness。。 In the black again with no light but the thin spear of the snowmobile's headlamp； terror closed in on him again； a childlike fear； dismal and disheartening。 He had never felt so alone。 For several minutes； as the few lights of Sidewinder dwindled away and disappeared in the rearview
