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"
I
’
ll
have
to
break
some
ones
,
"
he
said
.
"
Wait
a
minute
.
"
He
put
the
phone
on
the
shelf
,
deposited
his
last
six
quarters
,
then
went
out
to
the
cashier
to
get
more
.
He
performed
the
transaction
automatically
,
his
mind
running
in
a
single
closed
circle
like
a
squirrel
on
an
exercise
wheel
.
Why
had
he
called
Ullman
?
Because
Ullman
had
embarrassed
him
?
He
had
been
embarrassed
before
,
and
by
real
masters
-
the
Grand
Master
,
of
course
,
being
himself
.
Simply
to
crow
at
the
man
,
expose
his
hypocrisy
?
Jack
didn
’
t
think
he
was
that
petty
.
His
mind
tried
to
seize
on
the
scrapbook
as
a
valid
reason
,
but
that
wouldn
’
t
hold
water
either
.
The
chances
of
Ullman
knowing
who
the
owner
was
were
no
more
than
two
in
a
thousand
.
At
the
interview
,
he
had
treated
the
cellar
as
another
country
-
a
nasty
underdeveloped
one
at
that
.
If
he
had
really
wanted
to
know
,
he
would
have
called
Watson
,
whose
winter
number
was
also
in
the
office
notebook
.
Even
Watson
would
not
have
been
a
sure
thing
but
surer
than
Ullman
.
And
telling
him
about
the
book
idea
,
that
had
been
another
stupid
thing
.
Incredibly
stupid
.
Besides
jeopardizing
his
job
,
he
could
be
closing
off
wide
channels
of
information
once
Ullman
called
around
and
told
people
to
beware
of
New
Englanders
bearing
questions
about
the
Overlook
Hotel
.
He
could
have
done
his
researches
quietly
,
mailing
off
polite
letters
,
perhaps
even
arranging
some
interviews
in
the
spring
…
and
then
laughed
up
his
sleeve
at
Ullman
’
s
rage
when
the
book
came
out
and
he
was
safely
away
-
The
Masked
Author
Strikes
Again
.
Instead
he
had
made
that
damned
senseless
call
,
lost
his
temper
,
antagonized
Ullman
,
and
brought
out
all
of
the
hotel
manager
’
s
Little
Caesar
tendencies
.
Why
?
If
it
wasn
’
t
an
effort
to
get
himself
thrown
out
of
the
good
job
Al
had
snagged
for
him
,
then
what
was
it
?
He
deposited
the
rest
of
the
money
in
the
slots
and
hung
up
the
phone
.
It
really
was
the
senseless
kind
of
thing
he
might
have
done
if
he
had
been
drunk
.
But
he
had
been
sober
;
dead
cold
sober
.
Walking
out
of
the
drugstore
be
crunched
another
Excedrin
into
his
mouth
,
grimacing
yet
relishing
the
bitter
taste
.
On
the
walk
outside
he
met
Wendy
and
Danny
.
"
Hey
,
we
were
just
coming
after
you
,
"
Wendy
said
.
