e figure in the snowcoated parka； a blood… and gore…streaked
phantom with a smile upon its face。 The roque mallet was lifted as high as the
ugly； ripping pain in his back
（？？ did the bitch stick me can't remember ？？）
would allow。
〃Black boy；〃 he whispered。 〃I'll teach you to go sticking your nose in other
people's business。〃
Hallorann heard the whisper and began to turn； to duck； and the roque mallet
whistled down。 The hood of the parka matted the blow； but not enough。 A rocket
exploded in his head； leaving a contrail of stars 。。。 and then nothing。
He staggered against the silk wallpaper and Jack hit him again； the roque
mallet slicing sideways this time； shattering Hallorann's cheekbone and most of
the teeth on the left side of his jaw。 He went down limply。
〃Now；〃 Jack whispered。 〃Now； by Christ〃 Where was Danny？ He had business with
his trespassing son。
Three minutes later the elevator door banged open on the shadowed third floor。
Jack Torrance was in it alone。 The car had stopped only halfway into the doorway
and he had to boost himself up onto the hall floor； wriggling painfully like a
crippled thing。 He dragged the splintered roque mallet after him。 Outside the
eaves； the wind howled and roared。 Jack's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets。
There was blood and confetti in his hair。
His son was up here； up here somewhere。 He could feel it。 Left to his own
devices； he might do anything： scribble on the expensive silk wallpaper with his
crayons； deface the furnishings； break the windows。 He was a liar and a cheat
and he would have to be chastised 。。。 harshly。
Jack Torrance struggled to his feet。