第47部分最新章节，第2页_The Shining 原版小说免费全文阅读

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on　each　other；　the　way　those　Rugby　players　had。　He　remembered　a　bumper　sticker

he　had　seen　in　Boulder；　RUGBY　PLAYERS　EAT　THEIR　OWN　DEAD。　He　could　think　of

others。　YOU　ARE　WHAT　YOU　EAT。　Or　menu　items。　Wele　to　the　Overlook　Dining

Room；　Pride　of　the　Rockies。　Eat　in　Splendor　at　the　Roof　of　the　World。　Human

Haunch　Broiled　Over　Matches　La　Specialite　de　la　Maison。　The　contemptuous　smile

flicked　over　his　features　again。　As　the　number　2　rose　on　the　shaft　wall；　he

threw　the　brass　handle　back　to　the　home　position　and　the　elevator　car　creaked　to

a　stop。　He　took　his　Excedrin　from　his　pocket；　shook　three　of　them　into　his　hand；

and　opened　the　elevator　door。　Nothing　in　the　Overlook　frightened　him。　He　felt

that　he　and　it　were　simpatico。

He　walked　up　the　hall　flipping　his　Excedrin　into　his　mouth　and　chewing　them

one　by　one。　He　rounded　the　corner　into　the　short　corridor　off　the　main　hall。　The

door　to　Room　217　was　ajar；　and　the　passkey　hung　from　the　lock　on　its　white

paddle。

He　frowned；　feeling　a　wave　of　irritation　and　even　real　anger。　Whatever　had

e　of　it；　the　boy　had　been　trespassing。　He　had　been　told；　and　told　bluntly；

that　certain　areas　of　the　hotel　were　off　limits：　the　equipment　shed；　the

basement；　and　all　of　the　guest　rooms。　He　would　talk　to　Danny　about　that　just　as

soon　as　the　boy　was　over　his　fright。　He　would　talk　to　him　reasonably　but

sternly。　There　were　plenty　of　fathers　who　would　have　done　more　than　just　talk。

They　would　have　administered　a　good　shaking；　and　perhaps　that　was　what　Danny

needed。　If　the　boy　had　gotten　a　scare；　wasnt　that　at　least　his　just　deserts？

He　walked　down　to　the　door；　removed　the　passkey；　dropped　it　into　his　pocket；

and　stepped　inside。　The　overhead　light　was　on。　He　glanced　at　the　bed；　saw　it　was

not　rumpled；　and　then　walked　directly　across　to　the　bathroom　door。　A　curious

certainty　had　grown　in　him。　Although　Watson　had　mentioned　no　names　or　room

numbers；　Jack　felt　sure　that　this　was　the　room　the　lawyers　wife　and　her　stud

had　shared；　that　this　was　the　bathroom　where　she　had　been　found　dead；　full　of

barbiturates　and　Colorado　Lounge　booze。

He　pushed　the　mirror…backed　bathroom　door　open　and　stepped　through。　The　light

in　here　was　off。　He　turned　it　on　and　observed　the　long；　Pullman…car　room；

furnished　in　the　distinctive　early　nineteen…hundreds…remodeled…in…the…twenties

style　that　seemed　mon　to　all　Overlook　bathrooms；　except　for　the　ones　on　the

third　floor　—　those　were　properly　Byzantine；　as　befitted　the　royalty；　politicians；

movie　stars；　and　capos　who　had　stayed　there　over　the　years。

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