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He
frowned
,
feeling
a
wave
of
irritation
and
even
real
anger
.
Whatever
had
come
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
,
wasn
’
t
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
lawyer
’
s
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
common
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
.
The
shower
curtain
,
a
pallid
pastel
pink
,
was
drawn
protectively
around
the
long
claw
-
footed
tub
.
(
nevertheless
they
did
move
)
And
for
the
first
time
he
felt
his
new
sense
of
sureness
(
almost
cockiness
)
that
had
come
over
him
when
Danny
ran
to
him
shouting
It
was
her
!
It
was
her
!
deserting
him
.
A
chilled
finger
pressed
gently
against
the
base
of
his
spine
,
cooling
him
off
ten
degrees
.
It
was
joined
by
others
and
they
suddenly
rippled
all
the
way
up
his
back
to
his
medulla
oblongata
,
playing
his
spine
like
a
jungle
instrument
.
His
anger
at
Danny
evaporated
,
and
as
he
stepped
forward
and
pushed
the
shower
curtain
back
his
mouth
was
dry
and
he
felt
only
sympathy
for
his
son
and
terror
for
himself
.
The
tub
was
dry
and
empty
.
Relief
and
irritation
vented
in
a
sudden
"
Pahl
"
sound
that
escaped
his
compressed
lips
like
a
very
small
explosive
.
The
tub
had
been
scrubbed
clean
at
the
end
of
the
season
;
except
for
the
rust
stain
under
the
twin
faucets
,
it
sparkled
.
There
was
a
faint
but
definable
smell
of
cleanser
,
the
kind
that
can
irritate
your
nose
with
the
smell
of
its
own
righteousness
for
weeks
,
even
months
,
after
it
has
been
used
.
