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approaching a rather odd sort of civilization.
тАЬYou'll love this place, dear,тАЭ said Glacia.

We got closer.

тАЬFor God's sake!тАЭ I said.

тАЬThere!тАЭ said Glacia. тАЬI told you. Quaint, isn't it?тАЭ

тАЬYou mean this is a hotel?тАЭ

тАЬYes.тАЭ

тАЬBut whatтАФтАЭ

тАЬOh, it isn't a bit like the ordinary hotel,тАЭ Glacia explained. тАЬThat's probably what makes it the place to
be seen. Lots of Hollywood people come here. Nothing around here is supposed to be quite
commonplace.тАЭ

I could see that it wasn't commonplace. The buildings were made of native stone and enormous logs in an
utterly bizarre architectural plan, like one of those hairbrained plans that artists think up for the magazines
when they are handed a story of a visit to Mars or some other planet to illustrate. The structures hadn't
been skimped on size, either, I discovered, when we drove into a tunnel-like portico that would have
accommodated a locomotive.

There was a whispering sound, a big door closed quietly behind us, and we were greeted by a rush of
cold conditioned air that seemed approximately zero. Outside the temperature must be past a hundred.

тАЬYou'll love it,тАЭ Glacia said.

тАЬYou're not,тАЭ I said, тАЬimplying that this is going to be my place of residence?тАЭ

тАЬCertainly. Why not?тАЭ

тАЬThere's a slight matter of dollars involved. Or don't they use them for legal tender around here?тАЭ

тАЬOh, that's taken care of,тАЭ said Glacia.

тАЬIs it? You don't say. I'd like to knowтАФтАЭ

What I wanted to know about was this job, which was rather elusive it seemed to me, but three more
Indians stalked out of the place and without a word captured my bag and disappeared inside with it. Two
Indians carried the bag. The other walked behind them. They hadn't made a sound.

тАЬDo they scalp anybody?тАЭ I asked.

тАЬThey're bellhops. Don't be silly,тАЭ Glacia said.

тАЬWhat do they charge you for a room around here?тАЭ