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the　heart　from　this　place；　then　the　soul。　The　boiler　would　go　with　an　orange…

violet　flash　that　would　rain　hot　and　burning　shrapnel　all　over　the　cellar。　In

his　mind　he　could　see　the　redhot　trinkets　of　metal　careening　from　floor　to　walls

to　ceiling　like　strange　billiard　balls；　whistling　jagged　death　through　the　air。

Some　of　them；　surely；　would　whizz　right　through　that　stone　arch；　light　on　the

old　papers　on　the　other　side；　and　they　would　burn　merry　hell。　Destroy　the

secrets；　burn　the　clues；　its　a　mystery　no　living　hand　will　ever　solve。　Then　the

gas　explosion；　a　great　rumbling　crackle　of　flame；　a　giant　pilot　light　that　would

turn　the　whole　center　of　the　hotel　into　a　broiler。　Stairs　and　hallways　and

ceilings　and　rooms　aflame　like　the　castle　in　the　last　reel　of　a　Frankenstein

movie。　The　flame　spreading　into　the　wings；　hurrying　up　the　black…and…blue…twined

carpets　like　eager　guests。　The　silk　wallpaper　charring　and　curling。　There　were

no　sprinklers；　only　those　outmoded　hoses　and　no　one　to　use　them。　And　there

wasnt　a　fire　engine　in　the　world　that　could　get　here　before　late　March。　Burn；

baby；　burn。　In　twelve　hours　there　would　be　nothing　left　but　the　bare　bones。

The　needle　on　the　gauge　had　moved　up　to　two…twelve。　The　boiler　was　creaking

and　groaning　like　an　old　woman　trying　to　get　out　of　bed。　Hissing　jets　of　steam

had　begun　to　play　around　the　edges　of　old　patches；　beads　of　solder　had　begun　to

sizzle。

He　didnt　see；　he　didnt　hear。　Frozen　with　his　hand　on　the　valve　that　would

dump　off　the　pressure　and　damp　the　fire；　Jacks　eyes　glittered　from　their

sockets　like　sapphires。

（Its　my　last　chance。）

The　only　thing　not　cashed　in　now　was　the　life…insurance　policy　he　had　taken

out　jointly　with　Wendy　in　the　summer　between　his　first　and　second　years　at

Stovington。　Forty…thousand…dollar　death　benefit；　double　indemnity　if　he　or　she

died　in　a　train　crash；　a　plane　crash；　or　a　fire。　Seven…e…eleven；　die　the

secret　death　and　win　a　hundred　dollars。

（A　fire　。。。　eighty　thousand　dollars。）

They　would　have　time　to　get　out。　Even　if　they　were　sleeping；　they　would　have

time　to　get　out。　He　believed　that。　And　he　didnt　think　the　hedges　or　anything

else　would　try　to　hold　them　back　if　the　Overlook　was　going　up　in　flames。

（Flames。）

The　needle　inside　the　greasy；　almost　opaque　dial　had　danced　up　to　two　hundred

and　fifteen　pounds　per　square　i

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