Phule’s Paradise by Robert Asprin

“I suppose you have a point, Captain,” Maxine returned easily. “I can’t honestly say, however, that I see your position as an improvement on my own. I’ve always found that people work harder for direct benefits than for a straight wage.”

The commander nodded. “We’re in agreement there. However, sometime you might consider whether or not there are direct benefits to the individual that can outweigh monetary gain. In the meantime, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to my duties. It’s been a pleasure talking to you.”

Realizing both that Phule was about to break off the conversation and that there had been no sign that the expected run on the slots had begun yet, Maxine cast about quickly for something to prolong the discussion.

“Just a moment, Captain,” she said, laying a restraining hand on his arm. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Without further explanation, she led the Legionnaire commander over to the line by the cashier’s window, which was, of course, another half dozen yards farther away from the slot machines.

“Excuse me … Jonesy?” she said, lightly touching the shoulder of one of the men waiting for more chips.

The young Oriental turned with a smile, then started visibly when he saw the black-uniformed figure who was accompanying Max.

“I don’t believe you two have met,” she continued, as smoothly as a society hostess at a reception. “Jonesy, this is Captain Jester, commander of the security force for this casino. Captain Jester, this is Jonesy.” She bared a few extra teeth in a smile. “Of course, that isn’t his real name, obviously, but that’s what he’s asked us to call him.”