Danny stirred a little uneasily； and Ullman smiled down at him。 Danny tried to smile back without notable success。
〃Don't you worry； little man；〃 Ullman said。 〃Safe as houses。〃
〃So was the Titanic；〃 Jack said； looking up at the cut…glass globe in the center of the elevator ceiling。 Wendy bit the inside of her cheek to keep the smile away。
Ullman was not amused。 He slid the inner gate across with a rattle and a bang。
〃The Titanic made only one voyage； Mr。 Torrance。 This elevator has made thousands of them since it was installed in 1926。〃
〃That's reassuring；〃 Jack said。 He ruffed Danny's hair。 〃The plane ain't gonna crash； doc。〃 Ullman threw the lever over； and for a moment there was nothing but a shuddering beneath their feet and the tortured whine of the motor below them。
Wendy had a vision of the four of them being trapped between floors like flies in a bottle and found in the spring 。 。 。 with little bits and pieces gone 。 。 。
like the Donner Party 。 。 。
（Stop it！） The elevator began to rise； with some vibration and clashing and banging from below at first。 Then the ride smoothed out。 At the third floor Ullman brought them to a bumpy stop； retracted the gate； and opened the door。 The elevator car was still six inches below floor level。 Danny gazed at the difference in height between the third…floor hall and the elevator floor as if he had just sensed the universe was not as sane as he had been told。 Ullman cleared his throat and raised the car a little； brought it to a stop with a jerk （still two inches low）； and they all climbed out。 With their weight gone the car rebounded almost to floor level； something Wendy did not find reassuring at all。 Safe as houses or not； she resolved to take the stairs when she had to go up or down in this place。 And under no conditions would she allow the three of them to get into the rickety thing together。
〃What are you looking at； doc？〃 Jack inquired humorously。 〃See any spots there？〃
〃Of course not；〃 Ullman said； nettled。 〃All the rugs were shampooed just two days ago。〃 Wendy glanced down at the hall runner herself。 Pretty； but definitely not anything she would choose for her own home； if the day ever came when she had one。 Deep blue pile； it was entwined with what seemed to be a surrealistic jungle scene full of ropes and vines and trees filled with exotic birds。 It was hard to tell just what sort of birds； because all the interweaving was done in unshaded black； giving only silhouettes。
〃Do you like the rug？〃 Wendy asked Danny。
〃Yes； Mom；〃 he said colorlessly。
They walked down the hall； which was fortably wide。 The wallpaper was silk； a lighter blue to go against the rug。 Electric flambeaux stood at ten…foot intervals at a height of about seven feet。 Fashioned to look like London gas lamps； the bulbs were masked behind cloudy； cream…hued glass that was bound with crisscrossing iron strips。
〃I like those very much；〃 she said。
Ullman nodded； pleased。 〃Mr。 Derwent bad those installed throughout the Hotel after the war…number Two； I mean。 In fact most…although not all…of the third… floor decorating scheme was his idea。 This is 300； the Presidential Suite。〃 He twisted his key in the lock of the mahogany double doors and swung them wide。 The sitting room's wide western exposure made them all gasp； which had probably been Ullman's intention。 He smiled。 〃Quite a view； isn't it？〃
〃It sure is；〃 Jack said。
The window ran nearly the length of the sitting room； and beyond it the sun was poised directly between two sawtoothed peaks； casting golden light across the rock faces and the sugared snow on the high tips。 The clouds around and behind this picture…postcard view were also tinted gold； and a sunbeam glinted duskily down into the darkly pooled firs below the timberline。
Jack and Wendy were so absorbed in the view that they didn't look down at Danny； who was staring not out the window but at the red…and…white…striped silk wallpaper to the left； where a door opened into an interior bedroom。 And his gasp； which had been mingled with theirs； had nothing to do with beauty。
Great splashes of dried blood； flecked with tiny bits of grayish…white tissue； clotted the wallpaper。 It made Danny feel sick。 It was like a crazy picture drawn in blood； a surrealistic etching of a man's face drawn back in terror and pain； the mouth yawning and half the head pulverized… （So if you should see something 。 。 。 just look the other way and when you look back； it'll be gone。 Are you diggin me？） He deliberately looked out the window； being careful to show no expression on his face； and when his mommy's hand closed over his own he took it； being careful not to squeeze it or give her a signal of any kind。
The manager was saying something to his daddy about making sure to shutter that big window so a strong wind wouldn't blow it in。 Jack was nodding。 Danny looked cautiously back at the wall。 The big dried bloodstain was gone。 Those little gray…white flecks that had been scattered all through it； they were gone； too。
Then Ullman was leading them out。 Mommy asked him if he thought the mountains were pretty。 Danny said he did； although he didn't really care for the mountains； one way or the other。 As Ullman was closing the door behind them； Danny looked back over his shoulder。 The bloodstain had returned； only now it was fresh。 It was running。 Ullman； looking directly at it； went on with his running mentary about the famous men who had stayed here。 Danny discovered that he had bitten his lip hard enough to make it bleed； and he had never even felt it。 As they walked on down the corridor； he fell a little bit behind the others and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand and thought about （blood） （Did Mr。 Hallorann see blood or was it something worse？） （I don't think those things can hurt you。） There was an iron scream behind his lips； but he would not let it out。 His mommy and daddy could not see such things； they never had。 He would keep quiet。
His mommy and daddy were loving each other； and that was a real thing。 The other things were just like pictures in a book。 Some pictures were scary； but they couldn't hurt you。 They 。 。 。 couldn't 。 。 。 hurt you。
Mr。 Ullman showed them some other rooms on the third floor； leading them through corridors that twisted and turned like a maze。 They were all sweets up here； Mr。 Ullman said； although Danny didn't see any candy。 He showed them some rooms where a lady named Marilyn Monroe once stayed when she was married to a man named Arthur Miller （Danny got a vague understanding that Marilyn and Arthur had gotten a DIVORCE not long after they were in the Overlook Hotel）。
〃Mommy？〃
〃What； honey？〃
〃If they were married； why did they have different names？ You and Daddy have the same names。〃
〃Yes； but we're not famous； Danny；〃 Jack said。 〃Famous women keep their same names even after they get married because their names are their bread and butter。〃
〃Bread and butter；〃 Danny said； pletely mystified。
〃What Daddy means is that people used to like to go to the movies and see Marilyn Monroe；〃 Wendy said； 〃but they might not like to go to see Marilyn Miller。〃
〃Why not？ She'd still be the same lady。 Wouldn't everyone know that？〃
〃Yes； but…〃 She looked at Jack helplessly。
〃Truman Capote once stayed in this room；〃 Ullman interrupted impatiently。 He opened the door。 〃That was in my time。 An awfully nice man。 Continental manners。〃 There was nothing remarkable in any of these rooms （except for the absence of sweets； which Mr。 Ullman kept calling them）； nothing that Danny was afraid of。
In fact； there was only one other thing on the third floor that bothered Danny； and he could not have said why。 It was the fire extinguisher on the wall just before they turned the corner and went back to the elevator； which stood open and waiting like a mouthful of gold teeth。
It was an old…fashioned extinguisher； a flat hose folded back a dozen times upon itself； one end attached to a large red valve； the other ending in a brass nozzle。 The folds of the hose were secured with a red steel slat on a hinge。 In case of a fire you could knock the steel slat up and