Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 9
"I’verungthemthreetimes."
"It’sveryimportant."
"Sorry.I’mafraidnoone’sthere."
Iwentbacktothedrawing-roomandthoughtforaninstantthattheywerechancevisitors,alltheseofficialpeoplewhosuddenlyfilledit.But,astheydrewbackthesheetandlookedatGatsbywithunmovedeyes,hisprotestcontinuedinmybrain:
"Lookhere,oldsport,you’vegottogetsomebodyforme.You’vegottotryhard.Ican’tgothroughthisalone."
Someonestartedtoaskmequestions,butIbrokeawayandgoingup-stairslookedhastilythroughtheunlockedpartsofhisdesk—he’dnevertoldmedefinitelythathisparentsweredead.Buttherewasnothing—onlythepictureofDanCody,atokenofforgottenviolence,staringdownfromthewall.
NextmorningIsentthebutlertoNewYorkwithalettertoWolfsheim,whichaskedforinformationandurgedhimtocomeoutonthenexttrain.ThatrequestseemedsuperfluouswhenIwroteit.Iwassurehe’dstartwhenhesawthenewspapers,justasIwassurethere’dbeawirefromDaisybeforenoon—butneitherawirenorMr.Wolfsheimarrived;noonearrivedexceptmorepoliceandphotographersandnewspapermen.WhenthebutlerbroughtbackWolfsheim’sanswerIbegantohaveafeelingofdefiance,ofscornfulsolidaritybetweenGatsbyandmeagainstthemall.
