Stephen King - The Mangler

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THE MANGLER

Officer Hunton got to the laundry just ag the ambulance was leaving - slowly, with no siren or flashing lights.

Ominous. Inside, the office was stuffed with milling, silent people, some of them weeping. The plant itself was

empty; the big automatic washers at the far end had not even been shut down. It made Hunton very wary. The

crowd should be at the scene of the accident, not in the office. It was the way things worked - the human animal

had a built-in urge to view the remains. A very bad one, then. Hunton felt his stomach tighten as it always did

when the accident was very bad. Fourteen years of cleaning human litter from highways and streets and the

sidewalks at the bases of very tall buildings had not been able to erase that little hitch in the belly, as if something

evil had clotted there.

A man in a white shirt saw Hunton and walked towards him reluctantly. He was a buffalo of a man with head

thrust forward between shoulders, nose and cheeks vein-broken either from high blood pressure or too many

conversations with the brown bottle. He was trying to frame words, but after two tries Hunton cut him off briskly:

'Are you the owner? Mr Gartley?'

'No. . . no. I'm Stanner. The foreman. God, this -'

Hunton got out his notebook. 'Please show me the scene of the accident, Mr Stanner, and tell me what happened.'

Stanner seemed to grow even more white; the blotches on his nose and cheeks stood out like birthmarks. 'D-do I

have to?'

Hunton raised his eyebrows. 'I'm afraid you do. The call I got said it was serious.'

'Serious -' Stanner seemed to be battling with his gorge; for a moment his Adam's apple went up and down like a

monkey on a stick. 'Mrs Frawley is dead. Jesus, I wish Bill Garley was here.'

'What happened?'

Stanner said, 'You better come over here.'

He led Hunton past a row of hand presses, a shirt-folding unit, and then stopped by a laundry-marking machine.

He passed a shaky hand across his forehead. 'You'll have to go over by yourself, Officer. I can't look at it again. It

makes me. . .I can't. I'm sorry.'

Hunton walked around the marking machine with a mild feeling of contempt for the man. They run a loose shop,

cut corners, run live steam through home-welded pipes, they work with dangerous cleaning chemicals without

the proper protection, and finally, someone gets hurt. Or gets dead. Then they can't look. They can't -Hunton saw

it.

The machine was still running. No one had shut it off. The machine he later came to know intimately: the

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THE MANGLER

HadleyWatson Model-6 Speed Ironer and Folder. A long and clumsy name. The people who worked here in the

steam and the wet had a better name for it. The mangler.

Hunton took a long, frozen look, and then he performed a first in his fourteen years as a law-enforcement officer:

he turned around, put a convulsive hand to his mouth, and threw up.

'You didn't each much,' Jackson said.

The women were inside, doing dishes and talking babies while John Hunton and Mark Jackson sat in lawn chairs

near the aromatic barbecue. Hunton smiled slightly at the understatement. He had eaten nothing.

'There was a bad one today,' he said. 'The worst.'

'Car crash?'

'No. Industrial.'

'Messy?'

Hunton did not reply immediately, but his face made an involuntary, writhing grimace. He got a beer out of the

cooler between them, opened it, and emptied half of it. 'I suppose you college profs don't know anything about

industrial laundries?'

Jackson chuckled. 'This one does. I spent a summer working in one as an undergraduate.'

'Then you know the machine they call the speed ironer?' Jackson nodded. 'Sure. They run damp flatwork through

them, mostly sheets and linen. A big, long machine.'

'That's it,' Hunton said. 'A woman named Adelle Frawley got caught in it at the Blue Ribbon Laundry crosstown.

It sucked her right in.'

Jackson looked suddenly ill. 'But. . . that can't happen, Johnny. There's a safety bar. If one of the women feeding

the machine accidentally gets a hand under it, the bar snaps up and stops the machine. At least that's how I

remember it.'

Hunton nodded. 'It's a state law. But it happened.'

Hunton closed his eyes and in the darkness he could see the Hadley-Watson speed ironer again, as it had been

that afternoon. It formed a long, rectangular box in shape, thirty feet by six. At the feeder end, a moving canvas

belt moved under the safety bar, up at a slight angle, and then down. The belt carried the damp-dried, wrinkled

sheets in continuous cycle over and under sixteen huge revolving cylinders that made up the main body of the

machine. Over eight and under eight, pressed between them like thin ham between layers of superheated bread.

Steam heat in the cylinders could be adjusted up to 300 degrees for maximum drying. The pressure on the sheets

that rode the moving canvas belt was set at 800 pounds per square foot to get out every wrinkle.

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