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“May。” the policeman was saying； “…o——”
“No； r。” corrected the man； “Mavro——”
“Listen to me！” muttered Tom fiercely。
“r” said the policeman； “o——”
“g——”
“g——” He looked up as Tom’s broad hand fell sharply on his shoulder。 “What you want； fella？”
“What happened？—that’s what I want to know。”
“Auto hit her。 Ins’antly killed。”
“Instantly killed；” repeated Tom； staring。
“She ran out ina road。 Sonofabitch didn’t even stopus car。”
“There was two cars；” said Michaelis； “one in’； one goin’； see？”
“Going where？” asked the policeman keenly。
“One goin’ each way。 Well； she。”—his hand rose toward the blankets but stopped half way and fell to his side——” she ran out there an’ the one in’ from N’york knock right into her； goin’ thirty or forty miles an hour。”
“What’s the name of this place here？” demanded the officer。
“Hasn’t got any name。”
A pale welldressed negro stepped near。
“It was a yellow car；” he said； “big yellow car。 New。”
“See the accident？” asked the policeman。
“No； but the car passed me down the road； going faster’n forty。 Going fifty； sixty。”
“e here and let’s have your name。 Look out now。 I want to get his name。”
Some words of this conversation must have reached Wilson； swaying in the office door； for suddenly a new theme found voice among his gasping cries：
“You don’t have to tell me what kind of car it was！ I know what kind of car it was！”
Watching Tom； I saw the wad of muscle back of his shoulder tighten under his coat。 He walked quickly over to Wilson and； standing in front of him； seized him firmly by the upper arms。
“You’ve got to pull yourself together；” he said with soothing gruffness。
Wilson’s eyes fell upon Tom； he started up on his tiptoes and then would have collapsed to his knees had not Tom held him upright。
“Listen；” said Tom； shaking him a little。 “I just got here a minute ago； from New York。 I was bringing you that coupe we’ve been talking about。 That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasn’t mine—do you hear？ I haven’t seen it all afternoon。”
Only the negro and I were near enough to hear what he said； but the policeman caught something in the tone and looked over with truculent eyes。
“What’s all that？” he demanded。
“I’m a friend of his。” Tom turned his head but kept his hands firm on Wilson’s body。 “He says he knows the car that did it 。 。 。 it was a yellow car。”
Some dim impulse moved the policeman to look suspiciously at Tom。
“And what color’s your car？”
“It’s a blue car； a coupe。”
“We’ve e straight from New York；” I said。
Some one who had been driving a little behind us confirmed this； and the policeman turned away。
“Now； if you’ll let me have that name again correct——”
Picking up Wilson like a doll； Tom carried him into the office； set him down in a chair； and came back。
“If somebody’ll e here and sit with him；” he snapped authoritatively。 He watched while the two men standing closest glanced at each other and went unwillingly into the room。 Then Tom shut the door on them and came down the single step； his eyes avoiding the table。 As he passed close to me he whispered： “Let’s get out。”
Selfconsciously； with his authoritative arms breaking the way； we pushed through the still gathering crowd； passing a hurried doctor； case in hand； who had been sent for in wild hope half an hour ago。
Tom drove slowly until we were beyond the bend—then his foot came down hard； and the coupe raced along through the night。 In a little while I heard a low husky sob； and saw that the tears were overflowing down his face。
“The God damned coward！” he whimpered。 “He didn’t even stop his car。”
The Buchanans’ house floated suddenly toward us through the dark rustling trees。 Tom stopped beside the porch and looked up at the second floor； where two windows bloomed with light among the vines。
“Daisy’s home；” he said。 As we got out of the car he glanced at me and frowned slightly。
“I ought to have dropped you in West Egg； Nick。 There’s nothing we can do tonight。”
A change had e over him； and he spoke gravely； and with decision。 As we walked across the moonlight gravel to the porch he disposed of the situation in a few brisk phrases。
“I’ll telephone for a taxi to take you home； and while you’re waiting you and Jordan better go in the kitchen and have them get you some supper—if you want any。” He opened the door。 “e in。”
“No； thanks。 But I’d be glad if you’d order me the taxi。 I’ll wait outside。”
Jordan put her hand on my arm。
“Won’t you e in； Nick？”
“No； thanks。”
I was feeling a little sick and I wanted to be alone。 But Jordan lingered for a moment more。
“It’s only halfpast nine；” she said。
I’d be damned if I’d go in； I’d had enough of all of them for one day； and suddenly that included Jordan too。 She must have seen something of this in my expression； for she turned abruptly away and ran up the porch steps into the house。 I sat down for a few minutes with my head in my hands； until I heard the phone taken up inside and the butler’s voice calling a taxi。 Then I walked slowly down the drive away from the house； intending to wait by the gate。
I hadn’t gone twenty yards when I heard my name and Gatsby stepped from between two bushes into the path。 I must have felt pretty weird by that time； because I could think of nothing except the luminosity of his pink suit under the moon。
“What are you doing？” I inquired。
“Just standing here； old sport。”
Somehow； that seemed a despicable occupation。 For all I knew he was going to rob the house in a moment； I wouldn’t have been surprised to see sinister faces； the faces of ‘Wolfshiem’s people；’ behind him in the dark shrubbery。
“Did you see any trouble on the road？” he asked after a minute。
“Yes。”
He hesitated。
“Was she killed？”
“Yes。”
“I thought so； I told Daisy I thought so。 It’s better that the shock should all e at once。 She stood it pretty well。”
He spoke as if Daisy’s reaction was the only thing that mattered。
“I got to West Egg by a side road；” he went on； “and left the car in my garage。 I don’t think anybody saw us； but of course I can’t be sure。”
I disliked him so much by this time that I didn’t find it necessary to tell him he was wrong。
“Who was the woman？” he inquired。
“Her name was Wilson。 Her husband owns the garage。 How the devil did it happen？”
“Well； I tried to swing the wheel——” He broke off； and suddenly I guessed at the truth。
“Was Daisy driving？”
“Yes；” he said after a moment； “but of course I’ll say I was。 You see； when we left New York she was very nervous and she thought it would steady her to drive—and this woman rushed out at us just as we were passing a car ing the other way。 It all happened in a minute； but it seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us； thought we were somebody she knew。 Well； first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car； and then she lost her nerve and turned back。 The second my hand reached the wheel I felt the shock—it must have killed her instantly。”
“It ripped her open——”
“Don’t tell me； old sport。” He winced。 “Anyhow—Daisy stepped on it。 I tried to make her stop； but she couldn’t； so I pulled on the emergency brake。 Then she fell over into my lap and I drove on。
“She’ll be all right tomorrow；” he said presently。 “I’m just going to wait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness this afternoon。 She’s locked herself into her room； and if he tries any brutality she’s going to turn the light out and on again。”
“He won’t touch her；’ I said。 “He’s not thinking about her。”
“I don’t trust him； old sport。”
“How long are you going to wait？”
“All night； if necessary。 Anyhow； till they all go to bed。”
A new point of view occurred to me。 Suppose Tom found out that Daisy had been driving。 He might think he saw a conn