ockface all along。
The small boy in the chair suddenly collapsed and lay in it at a crooked
unnatural angle； his head thrown back； his eyes staring sightlessly at the high
ballroom ceiling。
Down and down and down and down to —
— the hallway； crouched in the hallway； and he had made a wrong turn； trying
to get back to the stairs he had made a wrong turn and now AND NOW —
— he saw he was in the short dead…end corridor that led only to the
Presidential Suite and the booming sound was ing closer； the roque mallet
whistling savagely through the air； the head of it embedding itself into the
wall； cutting the silk paper； letting out small puffs of plaster dust。
（Goddammit； e out here！ Take your）
But there was another figure in the hallway。 Slouched nonchalantly against the
wall just behind him。 Like a ghost。
No； not a ghost； but all dressed in white。 Dressed in whites。
（I'll find you； you goddam little whoremastering RUNT！）
Danny cringed back from the sound。 ing up the main third…floor hall now。
Soon the owner of that voice would round the corner。
（e here！ e here； you little shit！）
The figure dressed in white straightened up a little； removed a cigarette from
the corner of his mouth； and plucked a shred of tobacco from his full lower lip。
It was Hallorann； Danny saw。 Dressed in his cook's whites instead of the blue
suit he had been wearing on closing day。
〃If there is trouble；〃 Hallorann said； 〃you give a call。 A big loud holler
like the one that knocked me back a few minutes ago。 I might hear you even way
down in Florida。 And if I do； I'll e on the run。 I'll e on the run。 I'll
e on the — 〃