...Long Distance said Chicago was calling...the connection came through as a man's voice, very thin and far away."This is Slagle speaking...""Yes?" The name was unfamiliar."Hell of a note, isn't it? Get my wire?""There haven't been any wires.""Young Parke's in trouble," he said rapidly. "They picked him up when he handed the bonds over the counter. They got a circular from New York giving 'em the numbers just five minutes before. What d'you know about that, hey? You never can tell in these hick towns---""Hello?!" I interrupted breathlessly. "Look here--this isn't Mr. Gatsby. Mr. Gatsby's dead."
...so I decided to go east and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man.
I was immediately struck by the number of young Englishmen dotted about; all well dressed, all looking a little hungry and all talking in low, earnest voices to solid and prosperous Americans. I was sure that they were selling something, bonds or insurance or automobiles. They were at least agonizingly aware of the easy money in the vicinity and convinced that it was theirs for a few words in the right key.
"Gatsby. Somebody told me---" The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially."Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once."
Then I turned back to Gatsby--and was startled at his expression. He looked--and this is said in all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden--as if he had "killed a man" for a moment that set of his face could be described in just that fantastic way.
"Who brought you?" he demanded. "Or did you just come? I was brought. Most people were brought."
...a butler hurried toward him with the information that Chicago was calling him on the wire.
Suddenly he looked at his watch, jumped up, and hurried from the room, leaving me with Mr. Wolfsheim at the table."He has to telephone," said Mr. Wolfsheim. following him with his eyes. "Fine fellow, isn't he?"
"I think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties, some night," went on Jordan, "but she never did."
"--why, look here, old sport, you don't make much money, do you?""Not very much."This seemed to reassure him and he continued more confidently....And I thought that if you don't make very much--You're selling bonds, aren't you, old sport?""Trying to.""Well, this would interest you. It wouldn't take up much of your time... It happens to be a confidential sort of thing. ...You wouldn't have to do any business with Wolfsheim."
When I asked him what business he was in he answered: "That's my affair," before he realized that it wasn't an appropriate reply."Oh, I've been in several things," he corrected himself."I was in the drug business and then I was in the oil business. But I'm not in either one now." He looked at me with more attention. "Do you mean you've been thinking over what I proposed the other night?"
...I was going to ask to see the rubies when the phone rang, and Gatsby took up the receiver."Yes... Well, I can't talk now... . I can't talk now, old sport. ... I said a small town... He must know what a small town is. ...Well, he's no use to us if Detroit is his idea of a small town... ."
"Who are you, anyhow? ...You're one of that bunch that hangs around with Meyer Wolfshiem. ...I've made a little investigation into your affairs.......He and this Wolfsheim bought up a lot of side street drug-stores ...and sold grain alcohol over the counter. ...That drug-store business was just small change," continued Tom slowly, "but you've got something on now that Walter's afraid to tell me about."
Then I turned back to Gatsby--and was startled at his expression. He looked--and this is said in all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden--as if he had "killed a man." For a moment the set of his face could be described in just that fantastic way.
"Nobody's in," she said. "Mr. Wolfsheim's gone to Chicago. ...I can't get him back from Chicago, can I? ...When I say he's in Chicago, he's in Chicago."
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