Великий Гэтсби

           Therewasnothinginitbutasmall,expensivedog-leash,madeofleatherandbraidedsilver.Itwasapparentlynew.

           "This?"heinquired,holdingitup.

           Wilsonstaredandnodded.

           "Ifoundityesterdayafternoon.Shetriedtotellmeaboutit,butIknewitwassomethingfunny."

           "Youmeanyourwifeboughtit?"

           "Shehaditwrappedintissuepaperonherbureau."

           Michaelisdidn’tseeanythingoddinthat,andhegaveWilsonadozenreasonswhyhiswifemighthaveboughtthedog-leash.ButconceivablyWilsonhadheardsomeofthesesameexplanationsbefore,fromMyrtle,becausehebegansaying"Oh,myGod!"againinawhisper—hiscomforterleftseveralexplanationsintheair.

           "Thenhekilledher,"saidWilson.Hismouthdroppedopensuddenly.

           "Whodid?"

           "Ihaveawayoffindingout."

           "You’remorbid,George,"saidhisfriend."Thishasbeenastraintoyouandyoudon’tknowwhatyou’resaying.You’dbettertryandsitquiettillmorning."

           "Hemurderedher."

           "Itwasanaccident,George."