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　　〃Baby　Charlie〃　has　only　been　behind　bars　once；　for　ine　tax　evasion　in　1955…56。
　　Richard　Scarne；　the　principal　stockholder　of　Fun　Time　Automatic　Machines。
　　Fun　Time　makes　slot　machines　for　the　Nevada　crowd；　pinball　machines；　and　jukeboxes　（Melody…Coin）　for　the　rest　of　the　country。　He　has　done　time　for　assault　with　a　deadly　weapon　（1940）；　carrying　a　concealed　weapon　（1948）；　and　conspiracy　to　mit　tax　fraud　（1961）　。
　　Peter　Zeiss；　a　Miami…based　importer；　now　nearing　70。　For　the　last　five　years　Zeiss　has　been　fighting　deportation　as　an　undesirable　person。　He　has　been　convicted　on　charges　of　receiving　and　concealing　stolen　property　（1958）；　and　conspiracy　to　mit　tax　fraud　（1954）。　Charming；　distinguished；　and　courtly；　Pete　Zeiss　is　called　〃Poppa〃　by　his　intimates　and　has　been　tried　on　charges　of　murder　and　accessory　to　murder。　A　large　stockholder　in　Scarne's　Fun　Time　pany；　he　also　has　known　interests　in　four　Las　Vegas　casinos。
　　Vittorio　Gienelli；　also　known　as　〃Vito　the　Chopper；〃　tried　twice　for　gangland…style　murders；　one　of　them　the　ax…murder　of　Boston　vice　overlord　Frank　Scoffy。　Gienelli　has　been　indicted　twenty…three　times；　tried　fourteen　times；　and　convicted　only　once；　for　shoplifting　in　1940。　It　has　been　said　that　in　recent　years　Gienelli　has　bee　a　power　in　the　organization's　western　operation；　which　is　centered　in　Las　Vegas。
　　Carl　〃Jimmy…Ricks〃　Prashkin；　a　San　Francisco　investor；　reputed　to　be　the　heir　apparent　of　the　power　Gienelli　now　wields。　Prashkin　owns　large　blocks　of　stock　in　Derwent　Enterprises；　High　Country　Investments；　Fun　Time　Automatic　Machines；　and　three　Vegas　casinos。　Prashkin　is　clean　in　America；　but　was　indicted　in　Mexico　on　fraud　charges　that　were　dropped　quickly　three　weeks　after　they　were　brought。　It　has　been　suggested　that　Prashkin　may　be　in　charge　of　laundering　money　skimmed　from　Vegas　casino　operations　and　funneling　the　big　bucks　back　into　the　organization's　legitimate　western　operations。　And　such　operations　may　now　include　the　Overlook　Hotel　in　Colorado。
　　Other　visitors　during　the　current　season　include。　。　。
　　
　　There　was　more　but　Jack　only　skimmed　it；　constantly　wiping　his　lips　with　his　hand。　A　banker　with　Las　Vegas　connections。　Men　from　New　York　who　were　apparently　doing　more　in　the　Garment　District　than　making　clothes。　Men　reputed　to　be　involved　with　drugs；　vice；　robbery；　murder。
　　God；　what　a　story！　And　they　had　all　been　here；　right　above　him；　in　those　empty　rooms。　Screwing　expensive　whores　on　the　third　floor；　maybe。　Drinking　magnums　of　champagne。　Making　deals　that　would　turn　over　millions　of　dollars；　maybe　in　the　very　suite　of　rooms　where　Presidents　had　stayed。　There　was　a　story；　all　right。
　　One　hell　of　a　story。　A　little　frantically；　he　took　out　his　notebook　and　jotted　down　another　memo　to　check　all　of　these　people　out　at　the　library　in　Denver　when　the　caretaking　job　was　over。　Every　hotel　has　its　ghost？　The　Overlook　had　a　whole　coven　of　them。　First　suicide；　then　the　Mafia；　what　next？
　　The　next　clipping　was　an　angry　denial　of　Brannigar's　charges　by　Charles　Grondin。　Jack　smirked　at　it。
　　The　clipping　on　the　next　page　was　so　large　that　it　had　been　folded。　Jack　unfolded　it　and　gasped　harshly。　The　picture　there　seemed　to　leap　out　at　him：　the　wallpaper　had　been　changed　since　June　of　1966；　but　he　knew　that　window　and　the　view　perfectly　well。　It　was　the　western　exposure　of　the　Presidential　Suite。
　　Murder　came　next。　The　sitting　room　wall　by　the　door　leading　into　the　bedroom　was　splashed　with　blood　and　what　could　only　be　white　flecks　of　brain　matter。　A　blank…faced　cop　was　standing　over　a　corpse　hidden　by　a　blanket。　Jack　stared；　fascinated；　and　then　his　eyes　moved　up　to　the　headline。
　　
　　GANGLAND…STYLE　SHOOTING　AT　COLORADO　HOTEL　Reputed　Crime　Overlord　Shot　at　Mountain　Key　Club　Two　Others　Dead
　　
　　SIDEWINDER；　COLO　（UPI）…Forty　miles　from　this　sleepy　Colorado　town；　a　gangland…style　execution　has　occurred　in　the　heart　of　the　Rocky　Mountains。
　　The　Overlook　Hotel；　purchased　three　years　ago　as　an　exclusive　key　club　by　a　Las　Vegas　firm；　was　the　site　of　a　triple　shotgun　slaying。　Two　of　the　men　were　either　the　panions　or　bodyguards　of　Vittorio　Gienelli；　also　known　as　〃The　Chopper〃　for　his　reputed　involvement　in　a　Boston　slaying　twenty　years　ago。
　　Police　were　summoned　by　Robert　Norman；　manager　of　the　Overlook；　who　said　he　heard　shots　and　that　some　of　the　guests　reported　two　men　wearing　stockings　on　their　faces　and　carrying　guns　had　fled　down　the　fire　escape　and　driven　off　in　a　late…model　tan　convertible。
　　State　Trooper　Benjamin　Moorer　discovered　two　dead　men；　later　identified　as　Victor　T。　Boorman　and　Roger　Macassi；　both　of　Las　Vegas；　outside　the　door　of　the　Presidential　Suite　where　two　American　Presidents　have　stayed。
　　Inside；　Moorer　found　the　body　of　Gienelli　sprawled　on　the　floor。　Gienelli　was　apparently　fleeing　his　attackers　when　he　was　cut　down。　Moorer　said　Gienelli　had　been　shot　with　heavy…gauge　shotguns　at　close　range。
　　Charles　Grondin；　the　representative　of　the　pany　which　now　owns　the　Overlook；　could　not　be　reached　for　。　。　。　
　　
　　Below　the　clipping；　in　heavy　strokes　of　a　ball…point　pen；　someone　had　written：　They　took　his　balls　along　with　them。　Jack　stared　at　that　for　a　long　time；　feeling　cold。　Whose　book　was　this？
　　He　turned　the　page　at　last；　swallowing　a　click　in　his　throat。　Another　column　from　Josh　Brannigar；　this　one　dated　early　1967。　He　only　read　the　headline：　NOTORIOUS　HOTEL　SOLD　FOLLOWING　MURDER　OF　UNDERWORLD　FIGURE。
　　The　sheets　following　that　clipping　were　blank。
　　（They　took　his　balls　along　with　them。）　He　flipped　back　to　the　beginning；　looking　for　a　name　or　address。　Even　a　room　number。　Because　he　felt　quite　sure　that　whoever　had　kept　this　little　book　of　memories　had　stayed　at　the　hotel。　But　there　was　nothing。
　　He　was　getting　ready　to　go　through　all　the　clippings；　more　closely　this　time；　when　a　voice　called　down　the　stairs：　〃Jack？　Hon？〃　Wendy。
　　He　started；　almost　guiltily；　as　if　he　had　been　drinking　secretly　and　she　would　smell　the　fumes　on　him。　Ridiculous。　He　scrubbed　his　lips　with　his　hand　and　called　back；　〃Yeah；　babe。　Lookin　for　rats。〃　She　was　ing　down。　He　heard　her　on　the　stairs；　then　crossing　the　boiler　room。　Quickly；　without　thinking　why　he　might　be　doing　it；　be　stuffed　the　scrapbook　under　a　pile　of　bills　and　invoices。　He　stood　up　as　she　came　through　the　arch。
　　〃What　in　the　world　have　you　been　doing　down　here？　It's　almost　three　o'clock！〃　He　smiled。　〃Is　it　that　late？　I　got　rooting　around　through　all　this　stuff。
　　Trying　to　find　out　where　the　bodies　are　buried；　I　guess。〃　The　words　clanged　back　viciously　in　his　mind。
　　She　came　closer；　looking　at　him；　and　he　unconsciously　retreated　a　step；　unable　to　help　himself。　He　knew　what　she　was　doing。　She　was　trying　to　smell　liquor　on　him。　Probably　she　wasn't　even　aware　of　it　herself；　but　he　was；　and　it　made　him　feel　both　guilty　and　angry。
　　〃Your　mouth　is　bleeding；〃　she　said　in　a　curiously　flat　tone。
　　〃Huh？〃　He　put　his　hand　to　his　lips　and　winced　at　the　thin　stinging。　His　index　finger　came　away　bloody。　His　guilt　increased。
　　〃You've　been　rubbing　your　mouth　again；〃　she　said。
　　He　looked　down　and　shrugged。　〃Yeah；　I　guess　I　have。〃
　　〃It's　been　hell　for　you；　hasn't　it？〃
　　〃No；　not　so　bad。〃
　　〃Has　it　gotten　any　easier？〃　He　looked　up　at　her　and　made　his　feet　start　moving。　Once　they　were　actually　in　motion　it　was　easier。　He　crossed　to　his　wife　and　slipped　an　arm　around　her　waist。　He　brushed　aside　a　sheaf　of　her　blond　hair　and　kissed　her　neck。　〃Yes；〃　he　said。　〃Where's　Danny？〃
　　〃Oh；　he's　around　somewhere。　It's　started　to　cloud　up　outside。　Hungry？〃　He　slipped　a　hand　over　her　taut；　jeans…clad　bottom　with　counterfeit　lechery。
　　〃Like　ze　bear；　madame。〃
　　〃Watch　out；　slugger。　Don't　start　something　you　can't　finish。〃
　　〃Fig…fig；　madame？〃　he　asked；　still　rubbing。　〃Dirty　peeotures？　Unnatural　positions？〃　As　they　went　through　the　arch；　he　threw　one　glance　back　at　the　box　where　the　scrapbook　（whose？）　was　hidden。　With　the　light　out　it　was　only　a　shadow。　He　was　relieved　that　he　had　gotten　Wendy　away。　His　lust　became　less　acted；　more　natural；　as　they　approached　the　stairs。
　　〃Maybe；〃　she　said。　〃After　we　get　you　a　sandwich…yeek！〃　She　twisted　away　from　him；　giggling。　〃That　tickles！〃
　　〃It　teekles　nozzing　like　Jock　Torrance　would　like　to　teekle　you；　madame。〃
　　〃Lay　off；　Jock。　How　about　a　ham　and　cheese　。　。　。　for　the　first　course？〃　They　went　up　the　stairs　together；　and　Jack　didn't　look　over　his　shoulder　again。　But　he　thought　of　Watson's　words：　Every　big　hotel　has　got　a　ghost。　Why？　Hell；　people　e　and　go　。　。　。　
　　Then　Wendy　shut　the　basement　door　behind　them；　closing　it　into　darkness。
　　　
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　　OUTSIDE　217
　　
　　Danny　was　remembering　the　words　of　someone　else　who　had　worked　at　the　Overlook　during　the　season：　Her　saying　she'd　seen　something　in　one　of　the　rooms　where　。　。　。　a　bad　thing　happened。　That　was　in　Room　217　and　I　want　you　to　promise　me　you　won't　go　in　there；　Danny　。　。　。　steer　right　clear　。　。　。
　　It　was　a　perfectly　ordinary　door；　no　different　from　any　other　door　on　the　first　two　floors　of　the　hotel。　It　was　dark　gray；　halfway　down　a　corridor　that　ran　at　right　angles　to　the　main　second…floor　hallway。　The　numbers　on