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"
Bad
dog
!
"
Derwent
was
saying
loudly
,
to
a
counterpoint
of
laughter
.
"
Bad
dog
to
piddle
on
the
floor
.
"
"
Of
course
you
know
,
"
Grady
said
,
leaning
confidentially
over
the
cart
,
"
your
son
is
attempting
to
bring
an
outside
party
into
it
.
Your
son
has
a
very
great
talent
,
one
that
the
manager
could
use
to
even
further
improve
the
Overlook
,
to
further
…
enrich
it
,
shall
we
say
?
But
your
son
is
attempting
to
use
that
very
talent
against
us
.
He
is
willful
,
Mr
.
Torrance
,
Sir
.
Willful
.
"
"
Outside
party
?
"
Jack
asked
stupidly
.
Grady
nodded
.
"
Who
?
"
"
A
nigger
,
"
Grady
said
.
"
A
nigger
cook
.
"
"
Hallorann
?
"
"
I
believe
that
is
his
name
,
sir
,
yes
.
"
Another
burst
of
laughter
from
behind
them
was
followed
by
Roger
saying
something
in
a
whining
,
protesting
voice
.
"
Yes
!
Yes
!
Yes
!
"
Derwent
began
to
chant
.
The
others
around
him
took
it
up
,
but
before
Jack
could
hear
what
they
wanted
Roger
to
do
now
,
the
band
began
to
play
again
-
the
tune
was
"
Tuxedo
Junction
,
"
with
a
lot
of
mellow
sax
in
it
but
not
much
soul
.
