k you are？ And how could those old stories possibly affect you
anyway？ Or do you think there are ghosts parading up and down the halls of the
west wing wearing bedsheets and crying 'Woe！'？〃
〃No； I don't think there are any ghosts。 But you raked up a lot of my personal
history before you gave me the job。 You had me on the carpet； quizzing me about
my ability to take care of your hotel like a little boy in front of the
teacher's desk for peeing in the coatroom。 You embarrassed me。〃
〃I just do not believe your cheek； your bloody damned impertinence；〃 Ullman
said。 He sounded as if he might be choking。 〃I'd like to sack you。 And perhaps I
will。〃
〃I think Al Shockley might object。 Strenuously。〃
〃And I think you may have finally overestimated Mr。 Shockley's mitment to
you； Mr。 Torrance。〃
For a moment Jack's headache came back in all its thudding glory； and he
closed his eyes against the pain。 As if from a distance away he heard himself
ask： 〃Who owns the Overlook now？ Is it still Derwent Enterprises？ Or are you too
smallfry to know？〃
〃I think that will do； Mr。 Torrance。 You are an employee of the hotel； no
different from a busboy or a kitchen pot scrubber。 I have no intention of — 〃
〃Okay； I'll write Al；〃 Jack said。 〃He'll know； after all； he's on the Board of
Directors。 And I might just add a little P。S。 to the effect that — 〃
〃Derwent doesn't own it。〃
〃What？ I couldn't quite make that out。〃
〃I said Derwent doesn't own it。 The stockholders are all Easterners。 Your
friend Mr。 Shockley owns the largest block of stock himself； better than thirty…
five per cent。 You would know better than I if he has any tie