The Shining 原版小说-第57章

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　　Jack　jumped　a　little；　and　Wendy　looked　at　him　curiously。　
　　〃Have　you　seen　anything　down　there；　Jack？〃　
　　〃No；〃　he　said。　〃Nothing。〃　
　　Danny　was　looking　at　him。　
　　〃Nothing；〃　he　said　again；　more　calmly。　And　that　was　true。　He　had　been　the　
victim　of　an　hallucination。　And　that　was　all。　
　　〃Danny；　we　have　to　hear　about　the　woman；〃　Wendy　said　gently。　
　　So　Danny　told　them；　but　his　words　came　in　cyclic　bursts；　sometimes　almost　
verging　on　inprehensible　garble　in　his　hurry　to　spit　it　out　and　be　free　of　
it。　He　pushed　tighter　and　tighter　against　his　mother's　breasts　as　he　talked。　
　　〃I　went　in；〃　he　said。　〃I　stole　the　passkey　and　went　in。　It　was　like　I　couldn't　
help　myself。　I　had　to　know。　And　she　。。。　the　lady　。。。　was　in　the　tub。　She　was　
dead。　All　swelled　up。　She　was　nuh…nuh　。。。　didn't　have　no　clothes　on。〃　He　
looked　miserably　at　his　mother。　〃And　she　started　to　get　up　and　she　wanted　me。　I　
know　she　did　because　I　could　feel　it。　She　wasn't　even　thinking；　not　the　way　you　
and　Daddy　think。　It　was　black　。。。　it　was　hurt…think　。。。　like　。。。　like　the　
wasps　that　night　in　my　room！　Only　wanting　to　hurt。　Like　the　wasps。〃　
　　He　swallowed　and　there　was　silence　for　a　moment；　all　quiet　while　the　image　of　


　
　
the　wasps　sank　into　them。　
　　〃So　I　ran；〃　Danny　said。　〃I　ran　but　the　door　was　closed。　I　left　it　open　but　it　
was　closed。　I　didn't　think　about　just　opening　it　again　and　running　out。　I　was　
scared。　So　I　just　。。。　I　leaned　against　the　door　and　closed　my　eyes　and　thought　
of　how　Mr。　Hallorann　said　the　things　here　were　just　like　pictures　in　a　book　and　
if　I　。。。。　kept　saying　to　myself　。。。　you're　not　there；　go　away；　you're　not　
there　。。。　she　would　go　away。　But　it　didn't　work。〃　
　　His　voice　began　to　rise　hysterically。　
　　〃She　grabbed　me　。。。　turned　me　around　。。。　I　could　see　her　eyes　。。。　how　
her　eyes　were　。。。　and　she　started　to　choke　me　。。。　I　could　smell　her　。。。　I　
could　smell　how　dead　she　was。。。　〃　
　　〃Stop　now；　shhh；〃　Wendy　said；　alarmed。　〃Stop；　Danny。　It's　all　right。　It　—　〃　
　　She　was　getting　ready　to　go　into　her　croon　again。　The　Wendy　Torrance　All…　
purpose　Croon。　Pat。　Pending。　
　　〃Let　him　finish；〃　Jack　said　curtly。　
　　〃There　isn't　any　more；〃　Danny　said。　〃I　passed　out。　Either　because　she　was　
choking　me　or　just　because　I　was　scared。　When　I　came　to；　I　was　dreaming　you　and　
Mommy　were　fighting　over　me　and　you　wanted　to　do　the　Bad　Thing　again；　Daddy。　
Then　I　knew　it　wasn't　a　dream　at　all　。。。　and　I　was　awake　。。。　and　。。。　I　wet　
my　pants。　I　wet　my　pants　like　a　baby。〃　His　head　fell　back　against　Wendy's　
sweater　and　he　began　to　cry　with　horrible　weakness；　his　hands　lying　limp　and　
spent　in　his　lap。　
　　Jack　got　up。　〃Take　care　of　him。〃　
　　〃What　are　you　going　to　do？〃　Her　face　was　full　of　dread。　
　　〃I'm　going　up　to　that　room；　what　did　you　think　I　was　going　to　do？　Have　coffee？〃　
　　〃No！　Don't；　Jack；　please　don't！〃　
　　〃Wendy；　if　there's　someone　else　in　the　hotel；　we　have　to　know。〃　
　　〃Don't　you　dare　leave　us　alone！〃　she　shrieked　at　him。　Spittle　flew　from　her　
lips　with　the　force　of　her　cry。　
　　Jack　said：　〃Wendy；　that's　a　remarkable　imitation　of　your　mom。〃　
　　She　burst　into　tears　then；　unable　to　cover　her　face　because　Danny　was　on　her　
lap。　
　　〃I'm　sorry；〃　Jack　said。　〃But　I　have　to；　you　know。　I'm　the　goddam　caretaker。　
It's　what　I'm　paid　for。〃　
　　She　only　cried　harder　and　he　left　her　that　way；　going　out　of　the　kitchen；　
rubbing　his　mouth　with　his　handkerchief　as　the　door　swung　shut　behind　him。　
　　〃Don't　worry；　mommy；〃　Danny　said。　〃He'll　be　all　right。　He　doesn't　shine。　
Nothing　here　can　hurt　him。〃　
　　Through　her　tears　she　said；　〃No；　I　don't　believe　that。〃　
　
　
　
　
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　　He　took　the　elevator　up　and　it　was　strange；　because　none　of　them　had　used　the　
elevator　since　they　moved　in。　He　threw　the　brass　handle　over　and　it　wheezed　
vibratoriously　up　the　shaft；　the　brass　grate　rattling　madly。　Wendy　had　a　true　
claustrophobe's　horror　of　the　elevator；　he　knew。　She　envisioned　the　three　of　
them　trapped　in　it　between　floors　while　the　winter　storms　raged　outside；　she　
could　see　them　growing　thinner　and　weaker；　starving　to　death。　Or　perhaps　dining　
on　each　other；　the　way　those　Rugby　players　had。　He　remembered　a　bumper　sticker　
he　had　seen　in　Boulder；　RUGBY　PLAYERS　EAT　THEIR　OWN　DEAD。　He　could　think　of　
others。　YOU　ARE　WHAT　YOU　EAT。　Or　menu　items。　Wele　to　the　Overlook　Dining　
Room；　Pride　of　the　Rockies。　Eat　in　Splendor　at　the　Roof　of　the　World。　Human　
Haunch　Broiled　Over　Matches　La　Specialite　de　la　Maison。　The　contemptuous　smile　
flicked　over　his　features　again。　As　the　number　2　rose　on　the　shaft　wall；　he　
threw　the　brass　handle　back　to　the　home　position　and　the　elevator　car　creaked　to　
a　stop。　He　took　his　Excedrin　from　his　pocket；　shook　three　of　them　into　his　hand；　
and　opened　the　elevator　door。　Nothing　in　the　Overlook　frightened　him。　He　felt　
that　he　and　it　were　simpatico。　
　　He　walked　up　the　hall　flipping　his　Excedrin　into　his　mouth　and　chewing　them　
one　by　one。　He　rounded　the　corner　into　the　short　corridor　off　the　main　hall。　The　
door　to　Room　217　was　ajar；　and　the　passkey　hung　from　the　lock　on　its　white　
paddle。　
　　He　frowned；　feeling　a　wave　of　irritation　and　even　real　anger。　Whatever　had　
e　of　it；　the　boy　had　been　trespassing。　He　had　been　told；　and　told　bluntly；　
that　certain　areas　of　the　hotel　were　off　limits：　the　equipment　shed；　the　
basement；　and　all　of　the　guest　rooms。　He　would　talk　to　Danny　about　that　just　as　
soon　as　the　boy　was　over　his　fright。　He　would　talk　to　him　reasonably　but　
sternly。　There　were　plenty　of　fathers　who　would　have　done　more　than　just　talk。　
They　would　have　administered　a　good　shaking；　and　perhaps　that　was　what　Danny　
needed。　If　the　boy　had　gotten　a　scare；　wasn't　that　at　least　his　just　deserts？　
　　He　walked　down　to　the　door；　removed　the　passkey；　dropped　it　into　his　pocket；　
and　stepped　inside。　The　overhead　light　was　on。　He　glanced　at　the　bed；　saw　it　was　
not　rumpled；　and　then　walked　directly　across　to　the　bathroom　door。　A　curious　
certainty　had　grown　in　him。　Although　Watson　had　mentioned　no　names　or　room　
numbers；　Jack　felt　sure　that　this　was　the　room　the　lawyer's　wife　and　her　stud　
had　shared；　that　this　was　the　bathroom　where　she　had　been　found　dead；　full　of　
barbiturates　and　Colorado　Lounge　booze。　
　　He　pushed　the　mirror…backed　bathroom　door　open　and　stepped　through。　The　light　
in　here　was　off。　He　turned　it　on　and　observed　the　long；　Pullman…car　room；　
furnished　in　the　distinctive　early　nineteen…hundreds…remodeled…in…the…twenties　
style　that　seemed　mon　to　all　Overlook　bathrooms；　except　for　the　ones　on　the　
third　floor　—　those　were　properly　Byzantine；　as　befitted　the　royalty；　politicians；　
movie　stars；　and　capos　who　had　stayed　there　over　the　years。　
　　The　shower　curtain；　a　pallid　pastel　pink；　was　drawn　protectively　around　the　
long　claw…footed　tub。　
　　（nevertheless　they　did　move）　
　　And　for　the　first　time　he　felt　his　new　sense　of　sureness　（almost　cockiness）　
that　had　e　over　him　when　Danny　ran　to　him　shouting　It　was　her！　It　was　her！　


　
　
deserting　him。　A　chilled　finger　pressed　gently　against　the　base　of　his　spine；　
cooling　him　off　ten　degrees。　It　was　joined　by　others　and　they　suddenly　rippled　
all　the　way　up　his　back　to　his　medulla　oblongata；　playing　his　spine　like　a　
jungle　instrument。　
　　His　anger　at　Danny　evaporated；　and　as　he　stepped　forward　and　pushed　the　shower　
curtain　back　his　mouth　was　dry　and　he　felt　only　sympathy　for　his　son　and　terror　
for　himself。　
　　The　tub　was　dry　and　empty。　
　　Relief　and　irritation　vented　in　a　sudden　〃Pah！〃　sound　that　escaped　his　
pressed　lips　like　a　very　small　explosive。　The　tub　had　been　scrubbed　clean　at　
the　end　of　the　season；　except　for　the　rust　stain　under　the　twin　faucets；　it　
sparkled。　There　was　a　faint　but　definable　smell　of　cleanser；　the　kind　that　can　
irritate　your　nose　with　the　smell　of　its　own　righteousness　for　weeks；　even　
months；　after　it　has　been　used。　
　　He　bent　down　and　ran　his　fingertips　along　the　bottom　of　the　tub。　Dry　as　a　
bone。　Not　even　a　hint　of　moisture。　The　boy　had　been　either　hallucinating　or　
outright　lying。　He　felt　angry　again。　That　was　when　the　bathmat　on　the　floor　
caught　his　attention。　He　frowned　down　at　it。　What　was　a　bathmat　doing　in　here？　
It　should　be　down　in　the　linen　cupboard　at　the　end　of　the　wing　with　the　rest　of　
the　sheets　and　towels　and　pillow　slips。　All　the　linen　was　supposed　to　be　there。　
Not　even　the　beds　were　really　made　up　in　these　guest　rooms；　the　mattresses　had　
been　zipped　into　clear　plastic　and　then　covered　with　bedspreads。　He　supposed　
Danny　might　have　gone　down　and　gotten　it　—　the　passkey　would　open　the　linen　
cupboard　—　but　why？　He　brushed　the　tips　of　his　fingers　back　and　forth　across　it。　
The　bathmat　was　bone　dry。　
　　He　went　back　to　the　bathroom　door　and　stood　in　it。　Everything　was　all　right。　
The　boy　had　been　dreaming。　There　was　not　a　thing　out　of　place。　It　was　a　little　
puzzling　about　the　bathmat；　granted；　but　the　logical　explanation　was　that　some　
chambermaid；　hurrying　like　mad　on　the　last　day　of　the　season；　had　just　forgotten　
to　pick　it　up。　Other　than　that；　everything　was　—　　
　　His　nostrils　flared　a　little。　Disinfectant；　that　self…righteous　smell；　
cleaner…than…thou。　And　—