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She
turned
to
Danny
.
"
Did
you
-
?
"
Danny
nodded
slowly
.
"
Yes
.
And
music
.
Like
from
a
long
time
ago
.
In
my
head
.
"
The
elevator
car
stopped
again
.
The
hotel
was
silent
,
creaking
,
deserted
.
Outside
,
the
wind
whined
around
the
eaves
in
the
darkness
.
"
Maybe
you
are
both
crazy
,
"
Jack
said
conversationally
.
"
I
don
’
t
hear
a
goddamned
thing
except
that
elevator
having
a
case
of
the
electrical
hiccups
.
If
you
two
want
to
have
duet
hysterics
,
fine
.
But
count
me
out
.
"
The
elevator
was
coming
down
again
.
Jack
stepped
to
the
right
,
where
a
glass
-
fronted
box
was
mounted
on
the
wall
at
chest
height
.
He
smashed
his
bare
fist
against
it
.
Glass
tinkled
inward
.
Blood
dripped
from
two
of
his
knuckles
.
He
reached
in
and
took
out
a
key
with
a
long
,
smooth
barrel
.
"
Jack
,
no
.
Don
’
t
.
"
"
I
am
going
to
do
my
job
.
Now
leave
me
alone
,
Wendy
!
"
She
tried
to
grab
his
arm
.
He
pushed
her
backward
.
Her
feet
tangled
in
the
hem
of
her
robe
and
she
fell
to
the
carpet
with
an
ungainly
thump
.
Danny
cried
out
shrilly
and
fell
on
his
knees
beside
her
.
Jack
turned
back
to
the
elevator
and
thrust
the
key
into
the
socket
.
The
elevator
cables
disappeared
and
the
bottom
of
the
car
came
into
view
in
the
small
window
.
A
second
later
Jack
turned
the
key
hard
.
There
was
a
grating
,
screeching
sound
as
the
elevator
car
came
to
an
instant
standstill
.
For
a
moment
the
declutched
motor
in
the
basement
whined
even
louder
,
and
then
its
circuit
breaker
cut
in
and
the
Overlook
went
unearthly
still
.
The
night
wind
outside
seemed
very
loud
by
comparison
.
Jack
looked
stupidly
at
the
gray
metal
elevator
door
.
There
were
three
splotches
of
blood
below
the
keyhole
from
his
lacerated
knuckles
.
