t　on　Lloyd's

forehead　like　sweat　and　somewhere　a　silver　chime　was　striking　the　quarter…hour。

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〃Drink　your　drink；　Mr。　Torrance；〃　Lloyd　said　softly。　〃It　isn't　a　matter　that

concerns　you。　Not　at　this　point。〃

He　picked　his　drink　up　again；　raised　it　to　his　lips；　and　hesitated。　He　heard

the　hard；　horrible　snap　as　Danny's　arm　broke。　He　saw　the　bicycle　flying　brokenly

up　over　the　hood　of　Al's　car；　starring　the　windshield。　He　saw　a　single　wheel

lying　in　the　road；　twisted　spokes　pointing　into　the　sky　like　jags　of　piano　wire。

He　became　aware　that　all　conversation　had　stopped。

He　looked　back　over　his　shoulder。　They　were　all　looking　at　him　expectantly；

silently。　The　man　beside　the　woman　in　the　sarong　had　removed　his　foxhead　and

Jack　saw　that　it　was　Horace　Derwent；　his　pallid　blond　hair　spilling　across　his

forehead。　Everyone　at　the　bar　was　watching；　too。　The　woman　beside　him　was

looking　at　him　closely；　as　if　trying　to　focus。　Her　dress　had　slipped　off　one

shoulder　and　looking　down　he　could　see　a　loosely　puckered　nipple　capping　one

sagging　breast。　Looking　back　at　her　face　he　began　to　think　that　this　might　be

the　woman　from　217；　the　one　who　had　tried　to　strangle　Danny。　On　his　other　hand；

the　man　in　the　sharp　blue　suit　had　removed　a　small　pearl…handled　。32　from　his

jacket　pocket　and　was　idly　spinning　it　on　the　bar；　like　a　man　with　Russian

roulette　on　his　mind。

（I　want　—　）

He　realized　the　words　were　not　passing　through　his　frozen　vocal　cords　and

tried　again。

〃I　want　to　see　the　manager。　I　。。。　I　don't　think　he　understands。　My　son　is

not　a　part　of　this。　He　。。。　〃

〃Mr。　Torrance；〃　Lloyd　said；　his　vo