Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas   ::   Thompson Hunter S.

“Do you think you could handle it?" Iasked her.

“What?”

“One phone call every day," said my attorney. "Just tell us what you've seen." He patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry if it doesn't add up. That's our problem."

She grinned. "You'd pay me for that?"

“You’re damn right," I said. "But the first time you say anything about this, to anybody - you'll go straight to prison for the rest of your life."

She nodded. "I'll help any way that I can," she said. "But who should I call?"

“Don’t worry," said my attorney. "What's your name?"

“Alice.” she said. "Just ring Linen Service and ask for Alice.”

“You’ll be contacted," I said. "It'll take about a week. But keep your eyes open and try to act normal. Can you do that?”

“Oh, yes sir!” she said. “Will I see you gentlemen again?” She grinned sheepishly. "After this, I mean…

"No," said my attorney. "They sent us down from Carson City. You'll be contacted by Inspector Rock. Arthur Rock. He'll be posing as a politician, but you won't have any trouble recognizing him.”

She seemed to be shuffling nervously.

"What's wrong?" I said. "Is there something you haven't told us?"

"Oh no!" she said quickly. "I was just wondering - who's going to pay me?"

"Inspector Rock will take care of that," I said. "It'll all be in cash: a thousand dollars on the ninth of every month."

"Oh Lord!" she exclaimed. "I'd do just about anything for that!"

"You and a lot of other people," said my attorney. "You'd be surprised who we have on the payroll - right here in this same hotel."

She looked stricken. "Would I know them?"

"Probably," I said. "But they're all undercover. The only way you'll ever know is if something really serious happens and one of them has to contact you in public, with the pass word."

"What is it?" she asked.

"'One Hand Washes the Other,"' I said. "The minute you hear that, you say: 'I fear nothing.' That way, they'll know you."

She nodded. repeating the code several times, while we listened tomake sure she had it right.

“OK,” said my attorney. “That’s it for now. We probably won;t be seeing you again until the hammer comes down. You’ll be better off ignoring us until we leave. Don’t bother to make up the room. Just elave a pile of towels and soap outside the door, exactly at modnight.” He smiled. “That way, we won;t have to risk another one of these little incidents, will we?”

She moved towards the door. “Whatever you say gentlemen.