"I''ve rung them three times."
"It''s very important."
"Sorry. I''m afraid no one''s there."
I went babsp;to the drawing room and thought for an instant that they were bsp;visitors, all the official people who suddenly filled it. But as they drew babsp;the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest tinued in my brain.
"Look here, old sport, you''ve got to get somebody for me. You''ve got to try hard. I ''t go through this alone."
Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he''d never told me definitely that his parents were dead. But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of fotten violenbsp;staring down from the wall.
m I nt the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem whibsp;asked for information and urged him to e out on the train. That request emed superfluous when I wrote it. I was sure he''d start when he saw the neers, just as I was sure there''d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but her a wire nor Mr. Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more polibsp;and photographers and neer men. When the butler brought babsp;Wolfshiem''s answer I began to have a feeling of defianbsp;of sful solidarity between Gatsby and me against them all.
Dear Mr. Carraway,
This has been one of the most terrible shobsp;of my life to me I hardly bsp;believe it that it is true at all. Subsp;a mad absp;as that man did should make us all think. I ot e down now as I am tied up in some very important business and ot get mixed up in this thing now. If there is anything I bsp;do a little later let me know in a letter by Edgar. I hardly know where I am when I hear about a thing like this and am pletely knocked down and out.
Your truly Meyer Wolfshiem
And then hasty addenda beh:
Let me know about the funeral etbsp;do not know his family at all.
When the phone rang that afternoon and Long Distanbsp;said Chicago was calling I thought this would be Daisy at last. But the e came through as a man''s voibsp;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 ter. They got a circular from New York giving ''em the numbers just five minutes before. What d''you know about that, hey? You never bsp;tell in the hibsp;towns——"