s to Derwent。〃
〃Who else？〃
〃I have no intention of divulging the names of the other stockholders to you；
Mr。 Torrance。 I intend to bring this whole matter to the attention of — 〃
〃One other question。〃
〃I am under no obligation to you。〃
〃Most of the Overlook's history — savory and unsavory alike — I found in a
scrapbook that was in the cellar。 Big thing with white leather covers。 Gold
thread for binding。 Do you have any idea whose scrapbook that might be？〃
〃None at all。〃
〃Is it possible it could have belonged to Grady？ The caretaker who killed
himself？〃
〃Mr。 Torrance；〃 Ullman said in tones of deepest frost； 〃I am by no means sure
that Mr。 Grady could read； let alone dig out the rotten apples you have been
wasting my time with。〃
〃I'm thinking of writing a book about the Overlook Hotel。 I thought if I
actually got through it； the owner of the scrapbook would like to have an
acknowledgment at the front。〃
〃I think writing a book about the Overlook would be very unwise；〃 Ullman said。
〃Especially a book done from your 。。。 uh； point of view。〃
〃Your opinion doesn't surprise me。〃 His headache was all gone now。 There had
been that one flash of pain； and that was all。 His mind felt sharp and accurate；
all the way down to millimeters。 It was the way he usually felt only when the
writing was going extremely well or when he had a threedrink buzz on。 That was
another thing he had forgotten about Excedrin； he didn't know if it worked for
others； but for him crunching three tablets was like an instant high。
Now he said： 〃What you'd like is some sort of missioned guidebook that you
could hand out free t