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after five, and no one answered the phone. "Will you ring again?" "I've rung them three times." "It's very important."




"Sorry. I'm afraid no one's there." I went back to the drawing-room and thought for an instant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled


it. But, as they drew back thesheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain: "Look here, old sport, you've got to get somebody for me.


You've got to try hard. I can't go through this alone." Some one started to ask me questions, but I broke away and going up-stairs looked



hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk â€" he'd never told me definitely that his parents were dead. But there was nothing â€" only the


picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence, staring down from the wall. Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter



to Wolfsheim, which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train. That request seemed superfluous when I wrote it. I was sure he'd start when he saw the


newspapers, just as I was sure there'd be a wire from Daisy before noon â€" but neither a wire nor Mr. Wolfsheim arrived; no one arrived except more police and photographers and



newspaper men. When the butler brought back wolfsheim's answer i began to have a hiling of defiance, of scornful solidarity between Gatsby and me against them all.


Dear Mr. Carraway. This has been one of the most terrible shocks of my life to me I hardly can believe it that it is true at all. Such a mad



act as that man did should make us all think. I cannot come down now as I am tied up in some very important hi and cannot get mixed up in this thing now. If there is



anything I can do a little later let me knowin a letter by Edgar. I hardly know where I am when I hear about a thing like this and am completely knocked down and out.




Yours truly Meyer Wolfshiem and then hasty addenda beneath: Let me know about the funeral etc. Do not know his family at all. When the phone rang that afternoon and Long Distance said


Chicago was calling I thought this would be Daisy at last. But 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 â€"â€"" "Hello!" I interrupted breathlessly. "Look here â€" this





isn't Mr. Gatsby. Mr. Gatsby's dead." There was a long silence on the other end of the wire, followed by an exclamation... then a quick squawk as the connection was broken.



I think it was on the third day that a telegram signed Henry C. Gatz arrived from a town in Minnesota. It said only that the sender was leaving .

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