elodies； each one overlapping the other in time。
He pushed the batwings open and stepped through
〃Hello； boys；〃 Jack Torrance said softly。 〃I've been away but now I'm back。〃
〃Good evening； Mr。 Torrance；〃 Lloyd said； genuinely pleased。 〃It's good to see
you。〃
〃It's good to be back； Lloyd；〃 he said gravely； and hooked his leg over a
stool between a man in a sharp blue suit and a bleary…eyed woman in a black
dress who was peering into the depths of a singapore sling。
〃What will it be； Mr。 Torrance？〃
〃Martini；〃 he said with great pleasure。 He looked at the backbar with its rows
of dimly gleaming bottles； capped with their silver siphons。 Jim Beam。 Wild
Turkey。 Gilby's。 Sharrod's Private Label。 Toro。 Seagram's。 And home again。
〃One large martian； if you please；〃 he said。 〃They've landed somewhere in the
world； Lloyd。〃 He took his wallet out and laid a twenty carefully on the bar。
As Lloyd made his drink； Jack looked over his shoulder。 Every booth was
occupied。 Some of the occupants were dressed in costumes 。。。 a woman in gauzy
harem pants and a rhinestone…sparkled brassiere； a man with a foxhead rising
slyly out of his evening dress； a man in a silvery dog outfit who was tickling
the nose of a woman in a sarong with the puff on the end of his long tail； to
the general amusement of all。
〃No charge to you； Mr。 Torrance；〃 Lloyd said； putting the drink down on Jack's
twenty。 〃Your money is no good here。 Orders from the manager。〃
〃Manager？〃
A faint unease came over him； nevertheless he picked up the martini glass and
swirled it； watching the olive at the bottom bob slightly in the drink's chilly
depths。