sk.theshining-第42章
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y had miserated with Jack； but privately she had just been glad that Danny had gotten off as cheaply as he had。 It was best to leave lawsuits to people who understood them； and that did not include the Torrances。 And they had seen no more wasps since。
〃Go and play； doc。 Have fun。〃 But he hadn't had fun。 He had wandered aimlessly around the hotel； poking into the maids' closets and the janitor's rooms； looking for something interesting； not finding it； a small boy padding along a dark blue carpet woven with twisting black lines。 He had tried a room door from time to time； but of course they were all locked。 The passkey was hanging down in the office； he knew where； but Daddy had told him he shouldn't touch that。 And he didn't want to。 Did be？
（Why are you here？） There was nothing aimless about it after all。 He had been drawn to Room 217 by a morbid kind of curiosity。 He remembered a story Daddy had read to him once when he was drunk。 That had been a long time ago； but the story was just as vivid now as when Daddy had read it to him。 Mommy had scolded Daddy and asked what he was doing； reading a three…year…old baby something so horrible。 The name of the story was Bluebeard。 That was clear in his mind too； because he had thought at first Daddy was saying Bluebird； and there were no bluebirds in the story； or birds of any kind for that matter。 Actually the story was about Bluebeard's wife； a pretty lady that had corn…colored hair like Mommy。 After Bluebeard married her； they lived in a big and ominous castle that was not unlike the Overlook。 And every day Bluebeard went off to work and every day he would tell his pretty little wife not to look in a certain room； although the key to that room was hanging right on a hook； just like the passkey was hanging on the office wall downstairs。 Bluebeard's wife had gotten more and more curious about the locked room。 She tried to peep through the keyhole the way Danny had tried to look through Room 217's peephole with similar unsatisfying results。
There was even a picture of her getting down on her knees and trying to look under the door； but the crack wasn't wide enough。 The door swung wide and 。 。 。
The old fairy tale book had depicted her discovery in ghastly； loving detail。
The image was burned on Danny's mind。 The severed heads of Bluebeard's seven previous wives were in the room； each one on its own pedestal； the eyes turned up to whites； the mouths unhinged and gaping in silent screams。 They were somehow balanced on necks ragged from the broadsword's decapitating swing； and there was blood running down the pedestals。
Terrified； she had turned to flee from the room and the castle； only to discover Bluebeard standing in the doorway； his terrible eyes blazing。 〃I told you not to enter this room；〃 Bluebeard said； unsheathing his sword。 〃Alas； in your curiosity you are like the other seven； and though I loved you best of all your ending shall be as was theirs。 Prepare to die； wretched woman！〃 It seemed vaguely to Danny that the story had bad a happy ending； but that had paled to insignificance beside the two dominant images： the taunting； maddening locked door with some great secret behind it； and the grisly secret itself； repeated more than half a dozen times。 The locked door and behind it the heads； the severed beads。
His hand reached out and stroked the room's doorknob； almost furtively。 He had no idea how long be had been here； standing hypnotized before the bland gray locked door。
（And maybe three times I've thought I've seen things 。 。 。 nasty things 。 。 。
） But Mr。 Hallorann…Dick…had also said he didn't think those things could hurt you。 They were like scary pictures in a book； that was all。 And maybe he wouldn't see anything。 On the other hand 。 。 。
He plunged his left hand into his pocket and it came out holding the passkey。
It had been there all along； of course。
He held it by the square metal tab on the end which had OFFICE printed on it in Magic Marker。 He twirled the key on its chain； watching it go around and around。 After several minutes of this he stopped and slipped the passkey into the lock。 It slid in smoothly； with no hitch； as if it had wanted to be there all along。
（I've thought I've seen things 。 。 。 nasty things 。 。 。 promise me you won't go in there。） （I promise。） And a promise was； of course； very important。 Still； his curiosity itched at him as maddeningly as poison ivy in a place you aren't supposed to scratch。 But it was a dreadful kind of curiosity； the kind that makes you peek through your fingers during the scariest parts of a scary movie。 What was beyond that door would be no movie。
（I don't think those things can hurt you 。 。 。 like scary pictures in a book 。
。 。） Suddenly he reached out with his left hand； not sure of what it was going to do until it had removed the passkey and stuffed it back into his pocket。 He stared at the door a moment longer； blue…gray eyes wide； then turned quickly and walked back down the corridor toward the main hallway that ran at right angles to the corridor he was in。
Something made him pause there and he wasn't sure what for a moment。 Then he remembered that directly around this corner； on the way back to the stairs； there was one of those old…fashioned fire extinguishers curled up against the wall。 Curled there like a dozing snake。
They weren't chemical…type extinguishers at all； Daddy said； although there were several of those in the kitchen。 These were the forerunner of the modern sprinkler systems。 The long canvas hoses hooked directly into the Overlook's plumbing system； and by turning a single valve you could bee a one…man fire department。 Daddy said that the chemical extinguishers； which sprayed foam or CO； were much better。 The chemicals smothered fires； took away the oxygen they needed to burn； while a high…pressure spray might just spread the flames around。
Daddy said that Mr。 Ullman should replace the old…fashioned hoses right along with the old…fashioned boiler； but Mr。 Ullman would probably do neither because he was a CHEAP PRICK。 Danny knew that this was one of the worst epithets his father could summon。 It was applied to certain doctors； dentists； and appliance repairmen； and also to the head of his English Department at Stovington； who had disallowed some of Daddy's book orders because he said the books would put them over budget。 〃Over budget； hell；〃 he had fumed to Wendy…Danny had been listening from his bedroom where he was supposed to be asleep。 〃He's just saving the last five hundred bucks for himself； the CHEAP PRICK。〃 Danny looked around the corner。
The extinguisher was there； a fiat hose folded back a dozen times on itself； the red tank attached to the wall。 Above it was an ax in a glass case like a museum exhibit； with white words printed on a red background： IN CASE OF EMERGENCY； BREAK GLASS。 Danny could read the word EMERGENCY； which was also the name of one of his favorite TV shows； but was unsure of the rest。 But he didn't like the way the word was used in connection with that long fiat hose。 EMERGENCY was'； fire； explosions； car crashes； hospitals； sometimes death。 And he didn't like the way that hose hung so blandly on the wall。 When he was alone； he always skittered past these extinguishers as fast as he could。 No particular reason。 It just felt better to go fast。 It felt safer。
Now； heart thumping loudly in his chest； he came around the corner and looked down the hall past the extinguisher to the stairs。 Mommy was down there； sleeping。 And if Daddy was back from his walk； he would probably be sitting in the kitchen； eating a sandwich and reading a book。 He would just walk right past that old extinguisher and go downstairs。
He started toward it； moving closer to the far wall until his right arm was brushing the expensive silk paper。 Twenty steps away。 Fifteen。 A dozen。
When he was ten steps away； the brass nozzle suddenly rolled off the fat loop it had been lying （sleeping？） on and fell to the hall carpet with a dull thump。 It lay there； the dark bore of its muzzle pointing at Danny。 He stopped immediately； his shoulders twitching forward with the suddenness of his scare。 His blood thumped thick
