r the bed。 She
kept her hand close to it。 They dozed off and on。 The hotel creaked around them。
Outside snow had begun to spit down from the sky like lead。
》
IN THE BASEMENT
（！！！ The boiler the goddam boiler ！！！）
The thought came into Jack Torrance's mind full…blown； edged in bright；
warning red。 On its heels； the voice of Watson：
（If you forget it'll just creep an creep and like as not you an your fambly
wilt end up on the fuckin moon 。。。 she's rated for two…fifty but she'd blow
long before that now 。。。 I'd be scared to e down and stand next to her at a
hundred and eighty。）
He'd been down here all night； poring over the boxes of old records； possessed
by a frantic feeling that time was getting short and he would have to hurry。
Still the vital clues； the connections that would make everything clear； eluded
him。 His fingers were yellow and grimy with crumbling old paper。 And he'd bee
so absorbed he hadn't checked the boiler once。 He'd dumped it the previous
evening around six o'clock； when he first came down。 It was now。。。
He looked at his watch and jumped up； kicking over e stack of old invoices。
Christ； it was quarter of five in the morning。
Behind him； the furnace kicked on。 The boiler was making a groaning； whistling
sound。
He ran to it。 His face； which had bee thinner in the last month or so； was
now heavily shadowed with beardstubble and he had a hollow concentration…camp
look。
The boiler pressure gauge stood at two hundred and ten pounds per square inch。
He fancied he could almost see the sides of the old patched and welded boiler
heaving out with the lethal strain。
（She