The Shining 原版小說

第60部分 (第1/7頁)

judged；　really　not　more　than　a　twinkle；　a　mousy…looking　man　and　his　escort；

wearing　a　faded　cloth　coat；　would　e　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　e　to　him？　A　shine　knows　a　shine；　Hallorann　thought；　grinning　at

the　pun。

So　he　had　gone　up　that　night　and　had　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