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was> The Hotel Story
new> 1408
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
By Stephen King
Mike Enslin was still
in the revolving door
was> when he saw Ostermeyer,
new> when he saw Olin,
cha> ============^^^^^^^^^^^
the manager
of the Hotel Dolphin,
sitting
in one
of the overstuffed lobby chairs.
was> Mike's heart sank a little.
new> Mike's heart sank.
cha> =================^^^^^^^^^^
_Maybe_should_have_brought_the_
_damned_lawyer_along_again,_
_after_all,_
he thought.
Well,
too late now.
And even if
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
had decided
to throw up another roadblock
or two
between Mike
and room 1408,
that wasn't all bad;
was> it would simply add to the story when he finally told it.
new> there were compensations.
was> Ostermeyer saw him, got up, and
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was crossing the room
with one pudgy hand held out
as Mike left the revolving door.
The Dolphin was
on Sixty-first Street,
around the corner
was> from Fifth Avenue;
new> from Fifth Avenue,
cha> =================^
small but smart.
A man and woman dressed
in evening clothes passed Mike
as he reached out
was> and took Ostermeyer's
new> and took Olin's
cha> =========^^^^^^^^^^^^
hand, switching his small overnight
case to his left hand
in order to do it.
The woman was blonde,
dressed in black,
of course,
and the light,
flowery smell
of her perfume seemed
to summarize New York.
On the mezzanine level,
someone was playing
"Night and Day"
in the bar,
as if to underline the summary.
"Mr. Enslin.
Good evening."
was> "Mr. Ostermeyer.
new> "Mr. Olin.
cha> =====^^^^^^^^^^^
Is there a problem?"
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
looked pained.
For a moment he glanced
around the small,
smart lobby
as if for help.
At the concierge's stand,
a man was discussing theater tickets
with his wife
while the concierge himself
was> watched them
new> watched
cha> =======^^^^^
with a small,
patient smile.
At the front desk,
a man
with the rumpled look one
only got after long hours
in Business Class
was discussing his reservation
with a woman
in a smart black suit
that could itself
have doubled
for evening wear.
It was business
as usual
at the Hotel Dolphin.
There was help for everyone
was> except poor Mr. Ostermeyer,
new> except poor Mr. Olin,
cha> ================^^^^^^^^^^^
who had fallen
into the writer's clutches.
was> "Mr. Ostermeyer?"
new> "Mr. Olin?"
cha> =====^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> Mike repeated,
new> Mike repeated.
cha> =============^
was> feeling a little sorry for the man.
was> "No," Ostermeyer said at last. "No problem. But,
was> Mr. Enslin...
new> "Mr. Enslin...
cha> ^/////////////
could I speak
to you
for a moment
in my office?"
was>
was> _So,_ Mike thought.
was> _He_wants_to_try_one_more_time._
new> Well,
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was>
new> and
cha> ^^^
was> Under other circumstances, he might have
new> why
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> been impatient. Now he was not.
new> not?
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It would help
the section on room 1408,
was> offer the proper
new> add to the
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
ominous tone
the readers
of his books
seemed
was> to crave
new> to crave,
cha> ========^
was> -- it was to be One Final Warning -- but
new> and
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
that wasn't all.
Mike Enslin hadn't been sure
until now,
in spite of all
the backing
and filling;
now he was.
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
wasn't playing a part.
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
was really afraid of room 1408,
and what might happen
to Mike there tonight.
"Of course, Mr.
was> Ostermeyer. Should I leave my bag
new> Olin."
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> at the desk, or bring it?"
was> "Oh, we'll bring it along, shall we?"
was> Ostermeyer,
new> Olin,
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^
the good host,
reached for
was> it.
new> Mike's bag.
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^
was> Yes, he still held out some hope
was> of persuading Mike not
was> to stay
was> in the room.
was> Otherwise,
was> he would have directed Mike
was> to the desk...
was> or taken it there himself.
"Allow me."
"I'm fine with it," Mike said.
"nothing but a change of clothes
and a toothbrush."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Mike said,
holding his eyes.
was> "I'm afraid I am."
new> "I'm already wearing
cha> =====^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> For a moment Mike thought Ostermeyer
new> my lucky Hawaiian shirt."
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> was going
new> He smiled. "It's the one
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> to give up.
new> with the ghost repellent."
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> He
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^
sighed, a little round man
in a dark cutaway coat
and a neatly knotted
was> tie, and then he squared his shoulders again.
new> tie.
cha> ===^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Very good,
Mr. Enslin.
Follow me."
The hotel manager
had seemed tentative
in the lobby,
was> depressed,
almost beaten.
In his oak-paneled office,
with the pictures
of the hotel
on the walls
(the Dolphin
had opened
in October
of 1910
-- Mike might publish
without the benefit
of reviews
in the journals
or the big-city papers,
but he did his research),
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
seemed to gain assurance again.
There was a Persian carpet
on the floor.
Two standing lamps cast
a mild yellow light.
A desk-lamp
with a green lozenge-shaped
shade stood on the desk,
next to the humidor.
And next to the humidor
were Mike Enslin's last three books.
Paperback editions,
of course;
there had been no hardbacks.
was> Yet he did quite well.
_Mine_host_has_been_doing_a_
_little_research_of_his_own,_
Mike thought.
"page 287 here hidden behind amazon's ear"
He shrugged.
"Part affectation,
part superstition,
I guess.
was> Kind of like
new> Like the Hawaiian shirts.
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> the ones
new> Or the cigarettes
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
you sometimes see
on people's desks or walls,
mounted
in a little box
with a sign saying
BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY.
was> I sometimes tell people
was> I'll light up in case of nuclear war.
Is 1408 a smoking room,
was> Mr. Ostermeyer?
new> Mr. Olin?
cha> ====^^^^^^^^^^^
Just in case nuclear war breaks out?"
"As a matter of fact,
it is."
"Well," Mike said heartily,
"that's one less worry
in the watches
of the night."
was> Mr. Ostermeyer
new> Mr. Olin
cha> ====^^^^^^^^^^
sighed again,
was> unamused,
was> but this one
new> but this sigh
cha> =========^^^^
didn't have
the disconsolate quality
of his lobby-sigh.
Yes,
was> it was the room,
new> it was the office,
cha> ===========^^^^^^^
Mike reckoned.
was> _His_ room.
new> _His_ office.
cha> ======^^^^^^^
Even this afternoon,
when Mike had come,
accompanied by Robertson,
the lawyer,
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
had seemed less flustered
once they
were
in here.
was> At the time Mike had thought it was partly because
new> And why not?
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> they were no longer drawing stares from the passing public,
new> Where else could you feel
cha> ^=^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> partly because Ostermeyer had given up. Now he knew better.
new> in charge,
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> It was the room.
new> if not in your special place?
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was> And why not? It
new> Olin's office
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
was a room
with good pictures on the walls,
a good rug on the floor,
and good cigars
was> -- although not Cuban --
in the humidor.
A lot of managers
had no doubt
conducted a lot of business
was> in here since October of
new> in here since
cha> =============^^^^^^^^^^^
1910;
in its own way it was
as New York
was> as the blonde woman
new> as the blonde
cha> =============^^^^^^
in her black off-the-shoulder dress,
her smell of perfume
and her unarticulated promise
was> of sleek
new> of sleek New York
cha> ========^^^^^^^^^
was> sex in the small hours of the morning
new> sex in the small hours of the morning.
cha> =====================================^
was> -- New York sex.
Mike himself was from Omaha,
although he hadn't been
back there
in a lot of years.
"You still don't think I can talk you
out of this idea of yours, do you?"
was> Ostermeyer
new> Olin
cha> ^^^^^^^^^^
asked.
"I know you can't," Mike said,
replacing the cigarette
behind his ear.
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