第53部分 (第1/7页)

his　breath；　and　as　he　turned　to　go　he　bad　seen　the　face　of　Jesus　from　the　corner

of　his　eye；　sad　and。　wise。　He　turned　back；　his　heart　in　his　throat。　Everything

had　suddenly　clicked　into　place　and　he　had　stared　at　the　picture　with　fearful

wonder；　unable　to　believe　he　had　missed　it。　The　eyes；　the　zigzag　of　shadow

across　the　care…worn　brow；　the　fine　nose；　the　passionate　lips。　Looking　at

Jack　Torrance。　What　had　only　been　a　meaningless　sprawl　had　suddenly　been

transformed　into　a　stark　black…and…white　etching　of　the　face　of　Christ　Our　Lord。

Fearful　wonder　became　terror。　He　had　cussed　in　front　of　a　picture　of　Jesus。　He

would　be　damned。　He　would　be　in　hell　with　the　sinners。　The　face　of　Christ　had

been　in　the　picture　all　along。　All　along。

Now；　kneeling　in　the　sun　and　watching　his　son　playing　in　the　shadow　of　the

hotel；　he　knew　that　it　was　all　true。　The　hotel　wanted　Danny；　maybe　all　of　them

but　Danny　for　sure。　The　hedges　had　really　walked。　There　was　a　dead　woman　in　217；

a　woman　that　was　perhaps　only　a　spirit　and　harmless　under　most　circumstances；

but　a　woman　who　was　now　an　active　danger。　Like　some　malevolent　clockwork　toy　she

had　been　wound　up　and　set　in　motion　by　Danny's　own　odd　mind　。。。　and　his　own。

Had　it　been　Watson　who　had　told　him　a　man　had　dropped　dead　of　a　stroke　one　day

on　the　roque　court？　Or　had　it　been　Ullman？　It　didn't　matter。　There　had　been　an

assassination　on　the　third　floor。　How　many　old　quarrels；　suicides；　strokes？　How

many　murders？　Was　Grady　lurking　somewhere　in　the　west　wing　with　his　ax；　just

waiting　for　Danny　to　start　him　up　so　he　could　e　back　out　of　the　woodwork？

The　puffed　circle　of　bruises　around　Danny's　neck。