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"
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
out
of
the
way
with
one
hard
push
and
the
hose
was
yours
.
Danny
could
see
that
much
;
he
was
good
at
seeing
how
things
worked
.
By
the
time
he
was
two
and
a
half
he
had
been
unlocking
the
protective
gate
his
father
had
installed
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
in
the
Stovington
house
.
He
had
seen
how
the
lock
worked
.
His
daddy
said
it
was
a
NACK
.
Some
people
had
the
NACK
and
some
people
didn
’
t
.
This
fire
extinguisher
was
a
little
older
than
others
he
had
seen
-
the
one
in
the
nursery
school
,
for
instance
-
but
that
was
not
so
unusual
.
Nonetheless
it
filled
him
with
faint
unease
,
curled
up
there
against
the
light
blue
wallpaper
like
a
sleeping
snake
.
And
he
was
glad
when
it
was
out
of
sight
around
the
corner
.
"
Of
course
all
the
windows
have
to
be
shuttered
,
"
Mr
.
Ullman
said
as
they
stepped
back
into
the
elevator
.
Once
again
the
car
sank
queasily
beneath
their
feet
.
"
But
I
’
m
particularly
concerned
about
the
one
in
the
Presidential
Suite
.
The
original
bill
on
that
window
was
four
hundred
and
twenty
dollars
,
and
that
was
over
thirty
years
ago
.
It
would
cost
eight
times
that
to
replace
today
.
"
"
I
’
ll
shutter
it
,
"
Jack
said
.
They
went
down
to
the
second
floor
where
there
were
more
rooms
and
even
more
twists
and
turns
in
the
corridor
.
The
light
from
the
windows
had
begun
to
fade
appreciably
now
as
the
sun
went
behind
the
mountains
.
Mr
.
Ullman
showed
them
one
or
two
rooms
and
that
was
all
.
He
walked
past
217
,
the
one
Dick
Hallorann
had
warned
him
about
,
without
slowing
.
Danny
looked
at
the
bland
number
-
plate
on
the
door
with
uneasy
fascination
.
Then
down
to
the
first
floor
.
Mr
.
Ullman
didn
’
t
show
them
into
any
rooms
here
until
they
had
almost
reached
the
thickly
carpeted
staircase
that
led
down
into
the
lobby
again
.
"
Here
are
your
quarters
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
think
you
’
ll
find
them
adequate
.
"
They
went
in
.
Danny
was
braced
for
whatever
might
be
there
.
There
was
nothing
.
Wendy
Torrance
felt
a
strong
surge
of
relief
.
The
Presidential
Suite
,
with
its
cold
elegance
,
had
made
her
feel
awkward
and
clumsy
-
it
was
all
very
well
to
visit
some
restored
historical
building
with
a
bedroom
plaque
that
announced
Abraham
Lincoln
or
Franklin
D
.
Roosevelt
had
slept
there
,
but
another
thing
entirely
to
imagine
you
and
your
husband
lying
beneath
acreages
of
linen
and
perhaps
making
love
where
the
greatest
men
in
the
world
had
once
lain
(
the
most
powerful
,
anyway
,
she
amended
)
.
But
this
apartment
was
simpler
,
homier
,
almost
inviting
.
She
thought
she
could
abide
this
place
for
a
season
with
no
great
difficulty
.
