elodies；　each　one　overlapping　the　other　in　time。

He　pushed　the　batwings　open　and　stepped　through

〃Hello；　boys；〃　Jack　Torrance　said　softly。　〃I've　been　away　but　now　I'm　back。〃

〃Good　evening；　Mr。　Torrance；〃　Lloyd　said；　genuinely　pleased。　〃It's　good　to　see

you。〃

〃It's　good　to　be　back；　Lloyd；〃　he　said　gravely；　and　hooked　his　leg　over　a

stool　between　a　man　in　a　sharp　blue　suit　and　a　bleary…eyed　woman　in　a　black

dress　who　was　peering　into　the　depths　of　a　singapore　sling。

〃What　will　it　be；　Mr。　Torrance？〃

〃Martini；〃　he　said　with　great　pleasure。　He　looked　at　the　backbar　with　its　rows

of　dimly　gleaming　bottles；　capped　with　their　silver　siphons。　Jim　Beam。　Wild

Turkey。　Gilby's。　Sharrod's　Private　Label。　Toro。　Seagram's。　And　home　again。

〃One　large　martian；　if　you　please；〃　he　said。　〃They've　landed　somewhere　in　the

world；　Lloyd。〃　He　took　his　wallet　out　and　laid　a　twenty　carefully　on　the　bar。

As　Lloyd　made　his　drink；　Jack　looked　over　his　shoulder。　Every　booth　was

occupied。　Some　of　the　occupants　were　dressed　in　costumes　。。。　a　woman　in　gauzy

harem　pants　and　a　rhinestone…sparkled　brassiere；　a　man　with　a　foxhead　rising

slyly　out　of　his　evening　dress；　a　man　in　a　silvery　dog　outfit　who　was　tickling

the　nose　of　a　woman　in　a　sarong　with　the　puff　on　the　end　of　his　long　tail；　to

the　general　amusement　of　all。

〃No　charge　to　you；　Mr。　Torrance；〃　Lloyd　said；　putting　the　drink　down　on　Jack's

twenty。　〃Your　money　is　no　good　here。　Orders　from　the　manager。〃

〃Manager？〃

A　faint　unease　came　over　him；　nevertheless　he　picked　up　the　martini　glass　and

swirled　it；　watching　the　olive　at　the　bottom　bob　slightly　in　the　drink's　chilly

depths。