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"
Busy
man
,
yes
,
I
understand
that
.
I
’
m
calling
about
some
things
that
you
didn
’
t
tell
me
during
your
history
of
the
Overlooks
great
and
honorable
past
.
Like
how
Horace
Derwent
sold
it
to
a
bunch
of
Las
Vegas
sharpies
who
dealt
it
through
so
many
dummy
corporations
that
not
even
the
IRS
knew
who
really
owned
it
.
About
how
they
waited
until
the
time
was
right
and
then
turned
it
into
a
playground
for
Mafia
bigwigs
,
and
about
how
it
had
to
be
shut
down
in
1966
when
one
of
them
got
a
little
bit
dead
.
Along
with
his
bodyguards
,
who
were
standing
outside
the
door
to
the
Presidential
Suite
.
Great
place
,
the
Overlook
’
s
Presidential
Suite
.
Wilson
,
Harding
,
Roosevelt
,
Nixon
,
and
Vito
the
Chopper
,
right
?
"
There
was
a
moment
of
surprised
silence
on
the
other
end
of
the
line
,
and
then
Ullman
said
quietly
:
"
I
don
’
t
see
how
that
can
have
any
bearing
on
your
job
,
Mr
.
Torrance
.
It
-
"
"
The
best
part
happened
after
Gienelli
was
shot
,
though
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
Two
more
quick
shuffles
,
now
you
see
it
and
now
you
don
’
t
,
and
then
the
Overlook
is
suddenly
owned
by
a
private
citizen
,
a
woman
named
Sylvia
Hunter
…
who
just
happened
to
be
Sylvia
Hunter
Derwent
from
1942
to
1948
.
"
"
Your
three
minutes
are
up
,
"
the
operator
said
.
"
Signal
when
through
.
"
"
My
dear
Mr
.
Torrance
,
all
of
this
is
public
knowledge
…
and
ancient
history
.
"
"
It
formed
no
part
of
my
knowledge
,
"
Jack
said
.
"
I
doubt
if
many
other
people
know
it
,
either
.
Not
all
of
it
.
Thev
remember
the
Gienelli
shooting
,
maybe
,
but
I
doubt
if
anybody
has
put
together
all
the
wondrous
and
strange
shuffles
the
Overlook
has
been
through
since
1945
.
And
it
always
seems
like
Derwent
or
a
Derwent
associate
comes
up
with
the
door
prize
.
What
was
Sylvia
Hunter
running
up
there
in
’
67
and
’
68
,
Mr
.
Ullman
?
It
was
a
whorehouse
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Torrance
!
"
His
shock
crackled
across
two
thousand
miles
of
telephone
cable
without
losing
a
thing
.
Smiling
,
Jack
popped
another
Excedrin
into
his
mouth
and
chewed
it
.
