THE WHEELHOUSE WAS LOCATED in a building about as big as an aircraftcarrier, but with nicer furniture, no portholes, and enough booze to launchher. Inside an army of gamblers was looking to win big, although almost allwould lose what they had brought plus what they hadn’t brought. Archerdidn’t need Shyner to tell him the odds favored the House. Somebody hadto pay for the liquor, the neon, and the ladies, and the chubby old man whoowned it all and liked his champagne and fifty-dollar suckers.Pretty much every game of chance invented was being played in the mainroom as cocktail waitresses in