he had been something of a Civil War buff in his
teenage years。
The newspaper files were kept downstairs。 They consisted of the Sidewinder
Gazette that had gone bust in 1963； the Estes Park daily； and the Boulder
Camera。 No Denver papers at all。
Sighing； Jack settled for the Camera。
When the files reached 1965； the actual newspapers were replaced by spools of
microfilm （〃A federal grant；〃 the librarian told him brightly。 〃We hope to do
1958 to '64 when the next check es through； but they're so slow； aren't they？
You will be careful； won't you？ I just know you will。 Call if you need me。〃）。
The only reading machine had a lens that had somehow gotten warped； and by the
time Wendy put her hand on his shoulder some forty…five minutes after he had
switched from the actual papers； he had a juicy thumper of a headache。
〃Danny's in the park；〃 she said； 〃but I don't want him outside too long。 How
much longer do you think you'll be？〃
〃Ten minutes；〃 he said。 Actually he had traced down the last of the Overlook's
fascinating history ˉ the years between the gangland shooting and the takeover by
Stuart Ullman & Co。 But he felt the same reticence about telling Wendy。
〃What are you up to； anyway？〃 she asked。 She ruffed his hair as she said it；
but her voice was only half…teasing。
〃Looking up some old Overlook history；〃 he said。
〃Any particular reason？〃
〃No；
（and why the hell are you so interested anyway？）
just curiosity。〃
〃Find anything interesting？〃
〃Not much；〃 he said； having to strive to keep his voice pleasant now。 She was
prying； just the way she had always pried and poked at him when they had be