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in　the　adjoining　room。

〃Pressure　gauge　is　here。〃　Watson　tapped　it。　〃Pounds　per　square　inch；　psi。　I

guess　youd　know　that。　I　got　her　up　to　a　hundred　now；　and　the　rooms　get　a　little

chilly　at　night。　Few　guests　plain；　what　the　fuck。　Theyre　crazy　to　e　up

here　in　September　anyway。　Besides；　this　is　an　old　baby。　Got　more　patches　on　her

than　a　pair　of　welfare　overalls。〃　Out　came　the　bandanna。　A　honk。　A　peek。　Back　it

went。

〃I　got　me　a　fuckin　cold；〃　Watson　said　conversationally。　〃I　get　one　every

September。　I　be　tinkering　down　here　with　this　old　whore；　then　I　be　out　cuttin

the　grass　or　rakin　that　rogue　court。　Get　a　chill　and　catch　a　cold；　my　old　mum

used　to　say。　God　bless　her；　she　been　dead　six　year。　The　cancer　got　her。　Once　the

cancer　gets　you；　you　might　as　well　make　your　will。

〃Youll　want　to　keep　your　press　up　to　no　more　than　fifty；　maybe　sixty。　Mr。

Ullman；　he　says　to　heat　the　west　wing　one　day；　central　wing　the　next；　east　wing

the　day　after　that。　Aint　he　a　crazyman？　I　hate　that　little　fucker。　Yap…yap…yap

all　the　livelong　day；　hes　just　like　one　a　those　little　dogs　that　bites　you　on

the　ankle　then　run　around　an　pee　all　over　the　rug。　If　brains　was　black　powder　he

couldnt　blow　his　own　nose。　Its　a　pity　the　things　you　see　when　you　aint　got　a

gun。

〃Look　here。　You　open　an　close　these　ducts　by　pullin　these　rings。　I　got　em　all

marked　for　you。　The　blue　tags　all　go　to　the　rooms　in　the　east　wing。　Red　tags　is

the　middle。　Yellow　is　the　west　wing。　When　you　go　to　heat　the　west　wing；　you　got

to　remember　thats　the　side　of　the　hotel　that　really　catches　the　weather。　When

it　whoops；　those　rooms　get　as　cold　as　a　frigid　woman　with　an　ice　cube　up　her

works。　You　can　run　your　press　all　the　way　to　eighty　on　west　wing　days。　I　would；

anyway。〃

〃The　thermostats　upstairs　—　〃　Jack　began。

Watson　shook　his　bead　vehemently；　making　his　fluffy　hair　bounce　on　his　skull。

〃They　aint　hooked　up。　Theyre　just　there　for　show。　Some　of　these　people　from

California；　they　dont　think　things　is　right　unless　they　got　it　hot　enough　to

grow　a　palm　tree　in　their　fuckin　bedroom。　All　the　heat　es　from　down　here。　Got

to　watch　the　press；　though。　See　her　creep？〃

He　tapped　the　main　dial；　which　had　crept　from　a　hundred　pounds　per　square　inch

to　a　hundred　and　two　as　Watson　soliloquized。　Jack　felt　a　sudden　shiver　cross　his

back　in　a　hurry　and　thought：　The　goose　just　walked　over　my　grave。　Then　Watson

gave　the　pressure　wheel　a　spin　and　dumped　the　boiler　off：　There　was　a　great

hissing；　and　the　needle　dropped　back　to　ninety…one。　Watson　twisted　the　valve

shut　and　the　hissing　died　reluctantly。

〃She　creeps；〃　Watson　said。　〃You　tell　that　fat　little　peckerwood　Ullman；　he

drags　out　the　account　books　and　spends　three　hours　showing　how　he　cant　afford　a

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