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"
Of
course
not
,
"
Ullman
said
,
nettled
.
"
All
the
rugs
were
shampooed
just
two
days
ago
.
"
Wendy
glanced
down
at
the
hall
runner
herself
.
Pretty
,
but
definitely
not
anything
she
would
choose
for
her
own
home
,
if
the
day
ever
came
when
she
had
one
.
Deep
blue
pile
,
it
was
entwined
with
what
seemed
to
be
a
surrealistic
jungle
scene
full
of
ropes
and
vines
and
trees
filled
with
exotic
birds
.
It
was
hard
to
tell
just
what
sort
of
birds
,
because
all
the
interweaving
was
done
in
unshaded
black
,
giving
only
silhouettes
.
"
Do
you
like
the
rug
?
"
Wendy
asked
Danny
.
"
Yes
,
Mom
,
"
he
said
colorlessly
.
They
walked
down
the
hall
,
which
was
comfortably
wide
.
The
wallpaper
was
silk
,
a
lighter
blue
to
go
against
the
rug
.
Electric
flambeaux
stood
at
ten
-
foot
intervals
at
a
height
of
about
seven
feet
.
Fashioned
to
look
like
London
gas
lamps
,
the
bulbs
were
masked
behind
cloudy
,
cream
-
hued
glass
that
was
bound
with
crisscrossing
iron
strips
.
"
I
like
those
very
much
,
"
she
said
.
Ullman
nodded
,
pleased
.
"
Mr
.
Derwent
bad
those
installed
throughout
the
Hotel
after
the
war
-
number
Two
,
I
mean
.
In
fact
most
-
although
not
all
-
of
the
thirdfloor
decorating
scheme
was
his
idea
.
This
is
300
,
the
Presidential
Suite
.
"
He
twisted
his
key
in
the
lock
of
the
mahogany
double
doors
and
swung
them
wide
.
The
sitting
room
’
s
wide
western
exposure
made
them
all
gasp
,
which
had
probably
been
Ullman
’
s
intention
.
He
smiled
.
"
Quite
a
view
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
It
sure
is
,
"
Jack
said
.
The
window
ran
nearly
the
length
of
the
sitting
room
,
and
beyond
it
the
sun
was
poised
directly
between
two
sawtoothed
peaks
,
casting
golden
light
across
the
rock
faces
and
the
sugared
snow
on
the
high
tips
.
The
clouds
around
and
behind
this
picture
-
postcard
view
were
also
tinted
gold
,
and
a
sunbeam
glinted
duskily
down
into
the
darkly
pooled
firs
below
the
timberline
.
