Author: Anonymous (pseud.)
About: Toward the northern end of Courtney Street, in New York City, one
can find --or could find in years gone by--the antique shop run by
Monsieur Andre Fontaine. From the street it was an innocent-looking
establishment. But the room behind the shop was given over to a
business far less prosaic and more lucrative than antiques--for M.
Fontaine was a man whose slogan, in business as in pleasure, was:
Everyone to his own taste.
The customer would come in, select a mask from a cabinet, which
contained a stock of them, and ring for the attendant. When the latter
arrived through another door, which led to the chambers of Paradise and
which was always locked, the client, assured by the mask that his
identity was a secret, would inform the attendant of the particular
It was not long before Patrolman Walsh, the policeman on the 8:00
P.M. to 4:00 A.M. beat, noticed the unusual nocturnal activities at M.
Fontaine's establishment and decided to investigate.
What he discovered were goings-on that shocked even him. How he, and
his equally jaded superiors, dealt with the scandalous situation will
enlighten one and all on the pregnant matter of "law and order."