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He
had
been
dumping
a
change
of
clothes
into
an
overnight
bag
when
the
thought
came
to
him
,
freezing
him
with
the
power
of
the
memory
as
it
always
did
when
he
thought
of
it
.
He
tried
to
think
of
it
as
seldom
as
possible
.
The
maid
,
Delores
Vickery
her
name
was
,
had
been
hysterical
.
Had
said
some
things
to
the
other
chambermaids
,
and
worse
still
,
to
some
of
the
guests
.
When
the
word
got
back
to
Ullman
,
as
the
silly
quiff
should
have
known
it
would
do
,
he
had
fired
her
out
of
hand
.
She
had
come
to
Hallorann
in
tears
,
not
about
being
fired
,
but
about
the
thing
she
had
seen
in
that
second
-
floor
room
.
She
had
gone
into
217
to
change
the
towels
,
she
said
,
and
there
had
been
that
Mrs
.
Massey
,
lying
dead
in
the
tub
.
That
,
of
course
,
was
impossible
.
Mrs
.
Massey
had
been
discreetly
taken
away
the
day
before
and
was
even
then
winging
her
way
back
to
New
York
-
in
the
shipping
hold
instead
of
the
first
class
she
’
d
been
accustomed
to
.
Hallorann
hadn
’
t
liked
Delores
much
,
but
he
had
gone
up
to
look
that
evening
.
The
maid
was
an
olive
-
complected
girl
of
twenty
-
three
who
waited
table
near
the
end
of
the
season
when
things
slowed
down
.
She
had
a
small
shining
,
Hallorann
judged
,
really
not
more
than
a
twinkle
;
a
mousy
-
looking
man
and
his
escort
,
wearing
a
faded
cloth
coat
,
would
come
in
for
dinner
and
Delores
would
trade
one
of
her
tables
for
theirs
.
The
mousy
little
man
would
leave
a
picture
of
Alexander
Hamilton
under
his
plate
,
bad
enough
for
the
girl
who
had
made
the
trade
,
but
worse
,
Delores
would
crow
over
it
.
She
was
lazy
,
a
goof
-
off
in
an
operation
run
by
a
man
who
allowed
no
goof
-
offs
.
She
would
sit
in
a
linen
closet
,
reading
a
confession
magazine
and
smoking
,
but
whenever
Ullman
went
on
one
of
his
unscheduled
prowls
(
and
woe
to
the
girl
he
caught
resting
her
feet
)
he
found
her
working
industriously
,
her
magazine
hidden
under
the
sheets
on
a
high
shelf
,
her
ashtray
tucked
safely
into
her
uniform
pocket
.
Yeah
,
Hallorann
thought
,
she
’
d
been
a
goof
-
off
and
a
sloven
and
the
other
girls
had
resented
her
,
but
Delores
had
had
that
little
twinkle
.
It
had
always
greased
the
skids
for
her
.
But
what
she
had
seen
in
217
had
scared
her
badly
enough
so
she
was
more
than
glad
to
pick
up
the
walking
papers
Ullman
had
issued
her
and
go
.
Why
had
she
come
to
him
?
A
shine
knows
a
shine
,
Hallorann
thought
,
grinning
at
the
pun
.
So
he
had
gone
up
that
night
and
bad
let
himself
into
the
room
,
which
was
to
be
reoccupied
the
next
day
.
He
had
used
the
office
passkey
to
get
in
,
and
if
Ullman
had
caught
him
with
that
key
,
he
would
have
joined
Delores
Vickery
on
the
unemployment
line
.
The
shower
curtain
around
the
tub
had
been
drawn
.
He
had
pushed
it
back
,
but
even
before
he
did
he
’
d
had
a
premonition
of
what
he
was
going
to
see
.
Mrs
.
Massey
,
swollen
and
purple
,
lay
soggily
in
the
tub
,
which
was
half
-
full
of
water
.
He
had
stood
looking
.
down
at
her
,
a
pulse
beating
thickly
in
his
throat
.
There
had
been
other
things
at
the
Overlook
:
a
bad
dream
that
recurred
at
irregular
intervals
-
some
sort
of
costume
party
and
he
was
catering
it
in
the
Overlook
’
s
ballroom
and
at
the
shout
to
unmask
,
everybody
exposed
faces
that
were
those
of
rotting
insects
-
and
there
had
been
the
hedge
animals
.
Twice
,
maybe
three
times
,
he
had
(
or
thought
he
had
)
seen
them
move
,
ever
so
slightly
.
That
dog
would
seem
to
change
from
his
sitting
-
up
posture
to
a
slightly
crouched
one
,
and
the
lions
seemed
to
move
forward
,
as
if
menacing
the
little
tykes
on
the
playground
.
Last
year
in
May
Ullman
had
sent
him
up
to
the
attic
to
look
for
the
ornate
set
of
firetools
that
now
stood
beside
the
lobby
fireplace
.
While
he
had
been
up
there
the
three
lightbulbs
strung
overhead
had
gone
out
and
he
had
lost
his
way
back
to
the
trapdoor
.
He
had
stumbled
around
for
an
unknown
length
of
time
,
closer
and
closer
to
panic
,
barking
his
shins
on
boxes
and
bumping
into
things
,
with
a
stronger
and
stronger
feeling
that
something
was
stalking
him
in
the
dark
.
Some
great
and
frightening
creature
that
had
just
oozed
out
of
the
woodwork
when
the
lights
went
out
.
And
when
he
had
literally
stumbled
over
the
trapdoor
’
s
ringbolt
he
had
hurried
down
as
fast
as
he
could
,
leaving
the
trap
open
,
sooty
and
disheveled
,
with
a
feeling
of
disaster
barely
averted
.
Later
Ullman
had
come
down
to
the
kitchen
personally
,
to
inform
him
he
had
left
the
attic
trapdoor
open
and
the
lights
burning
up
there
.
Did
Hallorann
think
the
guests
wanted
to
go
up
there
and
play
treasure
hunt
?
Did
he
think
electricity
was
free
?
