Chapter 1
It was two months since patrolman Walsh had discovered the existence of the establishment of M. Fontaine. His visits to the establishment had a fine effect on him, it made him very congenial and more tolerant towards his fellow beings. "God's in his heaven, alls right with the world," truly covered his attitude toward life. A little incident may illustrate Walsh's growing tolerance.
One delightful evening in June, he was strolling at the end of his beat, opposite a small park. A gentleman came striding across toward the officer, holding up his hand to attract attention. As he drew close he cried:
"Officer -I want you to arrest that man!" pointing to someone on the edge of the park. Walsh was all alertness. He gestured to the man to come over, reaching for his whistle with the other hand and asked abruptly:
"What for?"
"He wanted to suck my cock," explained the indignant man. Walsh relaxed.
"Well, you don't want to get excited over such a little thing. Love and let love."
A few evenings later the patrolman was gossiping with another officer at the boundary of their beats.
"That car over there," said Brennan, the other cop, pointing to a fine roadster nearby, "belongs to Colton."
"Leslie Colton -the politician?"
"Yeh! Ever see him?"
"No, but I've seen his picture a lot of times."
"Great guy, Colton. Worth a lot of money."
"Married a rich dame, didn't he?"
"Yeh, but he had jack before that. Wonder why he got married at all?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Oh, you've never heard about it then?" laughed Brennan. "Well, you see, Colton goes after the boys. Likes to fuck them in the behind."
Walsh snickered.
"No, I never heard about that."
"Yeh! Colton uses a couple of lads in his office, but he keeps firing them and hiring new ones all the time. Has a hard time getting youngsters that'll back up to him."
"Well, if he likes to cornhole them, that's his business," declared Walsh.
And Brennan agreed with him, for Colton was a power in the city administration.