draining away。 He took the last Excedrin and chewed it up； enjoying the bitter；
powdery taste as the tablet shredded in his mouth。
〃It was a very unfortunate occurrence；〃 Ullman said。 〃Now what is the point；
Torrance？ If you're planning to write some ugly smear article 。。。 if this is
some illconceived； stupid blackmail idea。。。〃
〃Nothing of the sort；〃 Jack said。 〃I called because I didn't think you played
square with me。 And because — 〃
〃Didn't play square？〃 Ullman cried。 〃My God； did you think I was going to
share a large pile of dirty laundry with the hotel's caretaker？ Who in heaven's
name do you think you are？ And how could those old stories possibly affect you
anyway？ Or do you think there are ghosts parading up and down the halls of the
west wing wearing bedsheets and crying 'Woe！'？〃
〃No； I don't think there are any ghosts。 But you raked up a lot of my personal
history before you gave me the job。 You had me on the carpet； quizzing me about
my ability to take care of your hotel like a little boy in front of the
teacher's desk for peeing in the coatroom。 You embarrassed me。〃
〃I just do not believe your cheek； your bloody damned impertinence；〃 Ullman
said。 He sounded as if he might be choking。 〃I'd like to sack you。 And perhaps I
will。〃
〃I think Al Shockley might object。 Strenuously。〃
〃And I think you may have finally overestimated Mr。 Shockley's mitment to
you； Mr。 Torrance。〃
For a moment Jack's headache came back in all its thudding glory； and he
closed his eyes against the pain。 As if from a distance away he heard himself
ask： 〃Who owns the Overlook now？ Is it still Derwent Enterprises？ Or are you too
smallfry to know？〃
〃I think that will do； Mr。 Torrance。 You are an employee of the hotel； no
different from a busboy or a kitchen pot scrubber。 I have no intention of — 〃
〃Okay； I'll write Al；〃 Jack said。 〃He'll know； after all； he's on the Board of
Directors。 And I might just add a little P。S。 to the effect that — 〃
〃Derwent doesn't own it。〃
〃What？ I couldn't quite make that out。〃
〃I said Derwent doesn't own it。 The stockholders are all Easterners。 Your
friend Mr。 Shockley owns the largest block of stock himself； better than thirty…
five per cent。 You would know better than I if he has any ties to Derwent。〃
〃Who else？〃
〃I have no intention of divulging the names of the other stockholders to you；
Mr。 Torrance。 I intend to bring this whole matter to the attention of — 〃
〃One other question。〃
〃I am under no obligation to you。〃
〃Most of the Overlook's history — savory and unsavory alike — I found in a
scrapbook that was in the cellar。 Big thing with white leather covers。 Gold
thread for binding。 Do you have any idea whose scrapbook that might be？〃
〃None at all。〃
〃Is it possible it could have belonged to Grady？ The caretaker who killed
himself？〃
〃Mr。 Torrance；〃 Ullman said in tones of deepest frost； 〃I am by no means sure
that Mr。 Grady could read； let alone dig out the rotten apples you have been
wasting my time with。〃
〃I'm thinking of writing a book about the Overlook Hotel。 I thought if I
actually got through it； the owner of the scrapbook would like to have an
acknowledgment at the front。〃
〃I think writing a book about the Overlook would be very unwise；〃 Ullman said。
〃Especially a book done from your 。。。 uh； point of view。〃
〃Your opinion doesn't surprise me。〃 His headache was all gone now。 There had
been that one flash of pain； and that was all。 His mind felt sharp and accurate；
all the way down to millimeters。 It was the way he usually felt only when the
writing was going extremely well or when he had a threedrink buzz on。 That was
another thing he had forgotten about Excedrin； he didn't know if it worked for
others； but for him crunching three tablets was like an instant high。
Now he said： 〃What you'd like is some sort of missioned guidebook that you
could hand out free to the guests when they checked in。 Something with a lot of
glossy photos of the mountains at sunrise and sunset and a lemon…meringue text
to go with it。 Also a section on the colorful people who have stayed there； of
course excluding the really colorful ones like Gienelli and his friends。〃
〃If I felt I could fire you and be a hundred per cent certain of my own job
instead of just ninety…five per cent；〃 UIIman said in clipped； strangled tones；
〃I would fire you right this minute； over the telephone。 But since I feel that
five per cent of uncertainty； I intend to call Mr。 Shockley the moment you're
off the line 。。。 which will be soon； or so I devoutly hope。〃
Jack said； 〃There isn't going to be anything in the book that isn't true； you
know。 There's no need to dress it up。〃
（Why are you baiting him？ Do you want to be fired？）
〃I don't care if Chapter Five is about the Pope of Rome screwing the shade of
the Virgin Mary；〃 Ullman said； his voice rising。 〃I want you out of my hotel！〃
〃It's not your hotel！〃 Jack screamed； and slammed the receiver into its
cradle。
He sat on the stool breathing hard； a little scared now；
（a little？ hell； a lot）
wondering why in the name of God he had called Ullman in the first place。
（You lost your temper again； Jack。）
Yes。 Yes； he had。 No sense trying to deny it。 And the hell of it was； he had
no idea how much influence that cheap little prick had over Al； no more than he
knew how much bullshit Al would take from him in the name of auld lang syne。 If
Ullman was as good as he claimed to be； and if he gave Al a he…goes…or…I…go
ultimatum； might not Al be forced to take it？ He closed his eyes and tried to
imagine telling Wendy。 Guess what； babe？ I lost another job。 This time I had to
go through two thousand miles of Bell Telephone cable to find someone to punch
out； but I managed it。
He opened his eyes and wiped his mouth with his handkerchief。 He wanted a
drink。 Hell； he needed one。 There was a cafe just down the street； surely he had
time for a quick beer on his way up to the park； just one to lay the dust 。。。
He clenched his hands together helplessly。
The question recurred： Why had he called Ullman in the first place？ The number
of the Surf…Sand in Lauderdale had been written in a small notebook by the phone
and the CB radio in the office…plumbers' numbers； carpenters； glaziers；
electricians； others。 Jack had copied it onto the matchbook cover shortly after
getting out of bed； the idea of calling Ullman fullblown and gleeful in his
mind。 But to what purpose？ Once； during the drinking phase； Wendy had accused
him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber
to support a full…blown deathwish。 So he manufactured ways in which other people
could do it； lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family。 Could it be
true？ Was be afraid somewhere inside that the Overlook might be just what he
needed to finish his play and generally collect tip his shit and get it
together？ Was he blowing the whistle on himself？ Please God no； don't let it be
that way。 Please。
He closed his eyes and an