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he　had　been　something　of　a　Civil　War　buff　in　his

teenage　years。

The　newspaper　files　were　kept　downstairs。　They　consisted　of　the　Sidewinder

Gazette　that　had　gone　bust　in　1963；　the　Estes　Park　daily；　and　the　Boulder

Camera。　No　Denver　papers　at　all。

Sighing；　Jack　settled　for　the　Camera。

When　the　files　reached　1965；　the　actual　newspapers　were　replaced　by　spools　of

microfilm　（〃A　federal　grant；〃　the　librarian　told　him　brightly。　〃We　hope　to　do

1958　to　'64　when　the　next　check　es　through；　but　they're　so　slow；　aren't　they？

You　will　be　careful；　won't　you？　I　just　know　you　will。　Call　if　you　need　me。〃）。

The　only　reading　machine　had　a　lens　that　had　somehow　gotten　warped；　and　by　the

time　Wendy　put　her　hand　on　his　shoulder　some　forty…five　minutes　after　he　had

switched　from　the　actual　papers；　he　had　a　juicy　thumper　of　a　headache。

〃Danny's　in　the　park；〃　she　said；　〃but　I　don't　want　him　outside　too　long。　How

much　longer　do　you　think　you'll　be？〃

〃Ten　minutes；〃　he　said。　Actually　he　had　traced　down　the　last　of　the　Overlook's

fascinating　history　ˉ　the　years　between　the　gangland　shooting　and　the　takeover　by

Stuart　Ullman　&　Co。　But　he　felt　the　same　reticence　about　telling　Wendy。

〃What　are　you　up　to；　anyway？〃　she　asked。　She　ruffed　his　hair　as　she　said　it；

but　her　voice　was　only　half…teasing。

〃Looking　up　some　old　Overlook　history；〃　he　said。

〃Any　particular　reason？〃

〃No；

（and　why　the　hell　are　you　so　interested　anyway？）

just　curiosity。〃

〃Find　anything　interesting？〃

〃Not　much；〃　he　said；　having　to　strive　to　keep　his　voice　pleasant　now。　She　was

prying；　just　the　way　she　had　always　pried　and　poked　at　him　when　they　had　be