In the appropriate bars the electronic versions of the old one-arm-bandits are usually found next to the pinball machines are the "Monarch's" aim, and only source of income. He is a lonely hunter. His scouts have sought out each bar where there are machines of the make he can "crack open" with a trick only he knows; that is, empty right down to the last coin. He drives from town to town in his Mercedes, staying in chaep hotels and showing himself in the evenings in suit and tie, or at lunchtime in a blue-collar uniform, when he walks into the bars, gets down to business, and gains the admiration and envy of the less successful crowds drooling over him. The landlords despise him and chase him away - after all, they get a percentage of the machines' takings.