“He was,” Phule confirmed. “Unfortunately he was also weeded out today. Some question as to whether he was working for the house or against it, if I understand correctly.”
“I see.”
“However, I was about to tell you about the gentleman at the blackjack table,” the commander continued, as if unaware of Maxine’s reaction to his disclosure. “His name is Albert, and he heads a team of computer auditors-some of the best I’ve ever worked with.”
“Computer auditors,” Maxine echoed tonelessly.
“Yes. I highly recommend him if you ever feel the need to have your central computer’s programming checked.” Phule locked eyes momentarily with his rival. “I know you’ll find this hard to believe, but Albert there discovered that someone had been tampering with the Fat Chance computer. According to him, someone had put in a time-triggered program which would have drastically changed the payout odds on the progressive slot machines at midnight tonight.” He made a show of looking at his watch. “We had him correct it, of course, but I was curious to see who might be watching those slots at midnight and what their reactions would be when the machines simply continued to eat the money instead of paying out millions like they expected. Now here it is nearly half past and all I’ve done was talk with you. C’est la guerre, I guess. I really must be going now, but it has been a real pleasure spending the time with you, Mrs. Pruet.”
With that, he gave her a mock salute with his index finger, then turned and walked away, smiling.