（blood）
（Did Mr。 Hallorann see blood or was it something worse？）
（I don't think those things can hurt you。）
There was an iron scream behind his lips； but he would not let it out。 His
mommy and daddy could not see such things； they never had。 He would keep quiet。
His mommy and daddy were loving each other； and that was a real thing。 The other
things were just like pictures in a book。 Some pictures were scary； but they
couldn't hurt you。 They 。。。 couldn't 。。。 hurt you。
Mr。 Ullman showed them some other rooms on the third floor； leading them
through corridors that twisted and turned like a maze。 They were all sweets up
here； Mr。 Ullman said； although Danny didn't see any candy。 He showed them some
rooms where a lady named Marilyn Monroe once stayed when she was married to a
man named Arthur Miller （Danny got a vague understanding that Marilyn and Arthur
had gotten a DIVORCE not long after they were in the Overlook Hotel）。
〃Mommy？〃
〃What； honey？〃
〃If they were married； why did they have different names？ You and Daddy have
the same names。〃
〃Yes； but we're not famous； Danny；〃 Jack said。 〃Famous women keep their same
names even after they get married because their names are their bread and
butter。〃
〃Bread and butter；〃 Danny said； pletely mystified。
〃What Daddy means is that people used to like to go to the movies and see
Marilyn Monroe；〃 Wendy said； 〃but they might not like to go to see Marilyn
Miller。〃
〃Why not？ She'd still be the same lady。 Wouldn't everyone know that？〃
〃Yes； but — 〃 She looked at Jack helplessly。
〃Truman Capote once stayed in this room；〃 Ullman interrupted impatiently。 He
opened the door。 〃That was in my time。 An awfully nice man。 Continental
manners。〃
There was nothing remarkable in any of these rooms （except for the absence of
sweets； which Mr。 Ullman kept calling them）； nothing that Danny was afraid of。
In fact； there was only one other thing on the third floor that bothered Danny；
and he could not have said why。 It was the fire extinguisher on the wall just
before they turned the corner and went back to the elevator； which stood open
and waiting like a mouthful of gold teeth。
It was an old…fashioned extinguisher； a flat hose folded back a dozen times
upon itself； one end attached to a large red valve； the other ending in a brass
nozzle。 The folds of the hose were secured with a red steel slat on a hinge。 In
case of a fire you could knock the steel slat up and out of the way with one
hard push and the hose was yours。 Danny could see that much； he was good at
seeing how things worked。 By the time he was two and a half he had been
unlocking the protective gate his father had installed at the top of the stairs
in the Stovington house。 He had seen how the lock worked。 His daddy said it was
a NACK。 Some people had the NACK and some people didn't。
This fire extinguisher was a little older than others he had seen — the one in
the nursery school； for instance — but that was not so unusual。 Nonetheless it
filled him with faint unease； curled up there against the light blue wallpaper
like a sleeping snake。 And he was glad when it was out of sight around the
corner。
〃Of course all the windows have to be shuttered；〃 Mr。 Ullman said as they
stepped back into the elevator。 Once again the car sank queasily beneath their
feet。 〃But I'm particularly concerned about the one in the Presidential Suite。
The original bill on that window was four hundred and twenty dollars； and that
was over thirty years ago。 It would cost eight times that to replace today。〃
〃I'll shutter it；〃 Jack said。
They went down to the second floor where there were more rooms and even more
twists and turns in the corridor。 The light from the windows had begun to fade
appreciably now as the sun went behind the mountains。 Mr。 Ullman showed them one
or two rooms and that was all。 He walked past 217； the one Dick Hallorann had
warned him about； without slowing。 Danny looked at the bland number…plate on the
door with uneasy fascination。
Then down to the first floor。 Mr。 Ullman didn't show them into any rooms here
until they had almost reached the thickly carpeted staircase that led down into
the lobby again。 〃Here are your quarters；〃 he said。 〃I think you'll find them
adequate。〃
They went in。 Danny was braced for whatever might be there。 There was nothing。
Wendy Torrance felt a strong surge of relief。 The Presidential Suite； with its
cold elegance； had made her feel awkward and clumsy — it was all very well to
visit some restored historical building with a bedroom plaque that announced
Abraham Lincoln or Franklin D。 Roosevelt had slept there； but another thing
entirely to imagine you and your husband lying beneath acreages of linen and
perhaps making love where the greatest men in the world had once lain （the most
powerful； anyway； she amended）。 But this apartment was simpler； homier； almost
inviting。 She thought she could abide this place for a season with no great
difficulty。
〃It's very pleasant；〃 she said to Ullman； and heard the gratitude in her
voice。
Ullman nodded。 〃Simple but adequate。 During the season； this suite quarters
the cook and his wife； or the cook and his apprentice。〃
〃Mr。 Hallorann lived here？〃 Danny broke in。
Mr。 Ullman inclined his head to Danny condescendingly。 〃Quite so。 He and Mr。
Nevers。〃 He turned back to Jack and Wendy。 〃This is the sitting room。〃
There were several chairs that looked fortable but not expensive； a coffee
table that had once been expensive but now had a long chip gone from the side；
two bookcases （stuffed full of Reader's Digest Condensed Books and Detective
Book Club trilogies from the forties； Wendy saw with some amusement）； and an
anonymous hotel TV that looked much less elegant than the buffed wood consoles
in the rooms。
〃No kitchen； of course；〃 Ullman said； 〃but there is a dumb…waiter。 This
apartment is directly over the kitchen。〃 He slid aside a square of paneling and
disclosed a wide； squarer tray。 He gave it a push and it disappeared； trailing
rope behind it。
〃It's a secret passage！〃 Danny said excitedly to his mother； momentarily
forgetting all fears in favor of that intoxicating shaft behind the wall。 〃Just
like in Abbott and Costello Meet the Monsters！〃
Mr。 Ullman frowned but Wendy smiled indulgently。 Danny ran over to the dumb…
waiter and peered down the shaft。；
〃This way； please。〃
He opened the door on the far side of the living room。 It gave on the bedroom；
which was spacious and airy。 There were twin beds。 Wendy looked at her husband；
smiled； shrugged。
〃No problem；〃 Jack said。 〃We'll push them together。〃
Mr。 Ullman looked over his shoulder； honestly puzzled。 〃Beg pardon？〃
〃The beds；〃 Jack said pleasantly。 〃We can push them together。〃
〃Oh； quite；〃 Ullman said； momentarily confused。 Then his face cleared and a
red flush began to creep up from the collar of his shirt。 〃Whatever you like。〃
He led them back into the sitting room； where a second door opened on a second
bedroom； this one equipped