sk.theshining-第23部分

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　　Danny　stirred　a　little　uneasily；　and　Ullman　smiled　down　at　him。　Danny　tried　to　smile　back　without　notable　success。
　　〃Don't　you　worry；　little　man；〃　Ullman　said。　〃Safe　as　houses。〃
　　〃So　was　the　Titanic；〃　Jack　said；　looking　up　at　the　cut…glass　globe　in　the　center　of　the　elevator　ceiling。　Wendy　bit　the　inside　of　her　cheek　to　keep　the　smile　away。
　　Ullman　was　not　amused。　He　slid　the　inner　gate　across　with　a　rattle　and　a　bang。
　　〃The　Titanic　made　only　one　voyage；　Mr。　Torrance。　This　elevator　has　made　thousands　of　them　since　it　was　installed　in　1926。〃
　　〃That's　reassuring；〃　Jack　said。　He　ruffed　Danny's　hair。　〃The　plane　ain't　gonna　crash；　doc。〃　Ullman　threw　the　lever　over；　and　for　a　moment　there　was　nothing　but　a　shuddering　beneath　their　feet　and　the　tortured　whine　of　the　motor　below　them。
　　Wendy　had　a　vision　of　the　four　of　them　being　trapped　between　floors　like　flies　in　a　bottle　and　found　in　the　spring　。　。　。　with　little　bits　and　pieces　gone　。　。　。
　　like　the　Donner　Party　。　。　。
　　（Stop　it！）　The　elevator　began　to　rise；　with　some　vibration　and　clashing　and　banging　from　below　at　first。　Then　the　ride　smoothed　out。　At　the　third　floor　Ullman　brought　them　to　a　bumpy　stop；　retracted　the　gate；　and　opened　the　door。　The　elevator　car　was　still　six　inches　below　floor　level。　Danny　gazed　at　the　difference　in　height　between　the　third…floor　hall　and　the　elevator　floor　as　if　he　had　just　sensed　the　universe　was　not　as　sane　as　he　had　been　told。　Ullman　cleared　his　throat　and　raised　the　car　a　little；　brought　it　to　a　stop　with　a　jerk　（still　two　inches　low）；　and　they　all　climbed　out。　With　their　weight　gone　the　car　rebounded　almost　to　floor　level；　something　Wendy　did　not　find　reassuring　at　all。　Safe　as　houses　or　not；　she　resolved　to　take　the　stairs　when　she　had　to　go　up　or　down　in　this　place。　And　under　no　conditions　would　she　allow　the　three　of　them　to　get　into　the　rickety　thing　together。
　　〃What　are　you　looking　at；　doc？〃　Jack　inquired　humorously。　〃See　any　spots　there？〃
　　〃Of　course　not；〃　Ullman　said；　nettled。　〃All　the　rugs　were　shampooed　just　two　days　ago。〃　Wendy　glanced　down　at　the　hall　runner　herself。　Pretty；　but　definitely　not　anything　she　would　choose　for　her　own　home；　if　the　day　ever　came　when　she　had　one。　Deep　blue　pile；　it　was　entwined　with　what　seemed　to　be　a　surrealistic　jungle　scene　full　of　ropes　and　vines　and　trees　filled　with　exotic　birds。　It　was　hard　to　tell　just　what　sort　of　birds；　because　all　the　interweaving　was　done　in　unshaded　black；　giving　only　silhouettes。
　　〃Do　you　like　the　rug？〃　Wendy　asked　Danny。
　　〃Yes；　Mom；〃　he　said　colorlessly。
　　They　walked　down　the　hall；　which　was　fortably　wide。　The　wallpaper　was　silk；　a　lighter　blue　to　go　against　the　rug。　Electric　flambeaux　stood　at　ten…foot　intervals　at　a　height　of　about　seven　feet。　Fashioned　to　look　like　London　gas　lamps；　the　bulbs　were　masked　behind　cloudy；　cream…hued　glass　that　was　bound　with　crisscrossing　iron　strips。
　　〃I　like　those　very　much；〃　she　said。
　　Ullman　nodded；　pleased。　〃Mr。　Derwent　bad　those　installed　throughout　the　Hotel　after　the　war…number　Two；　I　mean。　In　fact　most…although　not　all…of　the　third…　floor　decorating　scheme　was　his　idea。　This　is　300；　the　Presidential　Suite。〃　He　twisted　his　key　in　the　lock　of　the　mahogany　double　doors　and　swung　them　wide。　The　sitting　room's　wide　western　exposure　made　them　all　gasp；　which　had　probably　been　Ullman's　intention。　He　smiled。　〃Quite　a　view；　isn't　it？〃
　　〃It　sure　is；〃　Jack　said。
　　The　window　ran　nearly　the　length　of　the　sitting　room；　and　beyond　it　the　sun　was　poised　directly　between　two　sawtoothed　peaks；　casting　golden　light　across　the　rock　faces　and　the　sugared　snow　on　the　high　tips。　The　clouds　around　and　behind　this　picture…postcard　view　were　also　tinted　gold；　and　a　sunbeam　glinted　duskily　down　into　the　darkly　pooled　firs　below　the　timberline。
　　Jack　and　Wendy　were　so　absorbed　in　the　view　that　they　didn't　look　down　at　Danny；　who　was　staring　not　out　the　window　but　at　the　red…and…white…striped　silk　wallpaper　to　the　left；　where　a　door　opened　into　an　interior　bedroom。　And　his　gasp；　which　had　been　mingled　with　theirs；　had　nothing　to　do　with　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