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1Until long after midnight a changing crowd lapped up against the front of the garage, while George Wilson rocked himself
2back and forth on the couch inside. For a while the door of the office was open, and everyone who came into the garage
3glanced irresistibly through it. Finally someone said it was a shame, and closed the door. Michaelis and several other
4men were with him; first, four or five men, later two or three men. Still later Michaelis had to ask the last stranger
5to wait there fifteen minutes longer, while he went back to his own place and made a pot of coffee. After that, he
6stayed there alone with Wilson until dawn. About three o'clock the quality of Wilson's incoherent muttering changed--he
7grew quieter and began to talk about the yellow car. He announced that he had a way of finding out whom the yellow car
8belonged to, and then he blurted out that a couple of months ago his wife had come from the city with her face bruised
9and her nose swollen. But when he heard himself say this, he flinched and began to cry "Oh, my God!" again in his
10groaning voice. Michaelis made a clumsy attempt to distract him. "How long have you been married, George? Come on there,
11try and sit still a minute, and answer my question. How long have you been married?" "Twelve years." "Ever had any
12children? Come on, George, sit still--I asked you a question. Did you ever have any children?" The hard brown beetles
13kept thudding against the dull light, and whenever Michaelis heard a car go tearing along the road outside it sounded to
14him like the car that hadn't stopped a few hours before. He didn't like to go into the garage, because the work bench
15was stained where the body had been lying, so he moved uncomfortably around the office--he knew every object in it
16before morning--and from time to time sat down beside Wilson trying to keep him more quiet. "Have you got a church you
17go to sometimes, George? Maybe even if you haven't been there for a long time? Maybe I could call up the church and get
18a priest to come over and he could talk to you, see?" "Don't belong to any." "You ought to have a church, George, for
19times like this. You must have gone to church once. Didn't you get married in a church? Listen, George, listen to me.
20Didn't you get married in a church?" "That was a long time ago." The effort of answering broke the rhythm of his
21rocking--for a moment he was silent. Then the same half-knowing, half-bewildered look came back into his faded eyes.
22"Look in the drawer there," he said, pointing at the desk. "Which drawer?" "That drawer--that one." Michaelis opened the
23drawer nearest his hand. There was nothing in it but a small, expensive dog-leash, made of leather and braided silver.
24It was apparently new. "This?" he inquired, holding it up. Wilson stared and nodded. "I found it yesterday afternoon.
25She tried to tell me about it, but I knew it was something funny." "You mean your wife bought it?" "She had it wrapped
26in tissue paper on her bureau." Michaelis didn't see anything odd in that, and he gave Wilson a dozen reasons why his
27wife might have bought the dog-leash. But conceivably Wilson had heard some of these same explanations before, from
28Myrtle, because he began saying "Oh, my God!" again in a whisper--his comforter left several explanations in the air.
29"Then he killed her," said Wilson. His mouth dropped open suddenly. "Who did?" "I have a way of finding out." "You're
30morbid, George," said his friend. "This has been a strain to you and you don't know what you're saying. You'd better try
31and sit quiet till morning." "He murdered her." "It was an accident, George." Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed
32and his mouth widened slightly with the ghost of a superior "Hm!" "I know," he said definitely. "I'm one of these
33trusting fellas and I don't think any harm to nobody, but when I get to know a thing I know it. It was the man in that
34car. She ran out to speak to him and he wouldn't stop." Michaelis had seen this too, but it hadn't occurred to him that
35there was any special significance in it. He believed that Mrs. Wilson had been running away from her husband, rather
36than trying to stop any particular car. "How could she of been like that?" "She's a deep one," said Wilson, as if that
37answered the question. "Ah-h-h--" He began to rock again, and Michaelis stood twisting the leash in his hand. "Maybe you
38got some friend that I could telephone for, George?" This was a forlorn hope--he was almost sure that Wilson had no
39friend: there was not enough of him for his wife. He was glad a little later when he noticed a change in the room, a
40blue quickening by the window, and realized that dawn wasn't far off. About five o'clock it was blue enough outside to
41snap off the light. Wilson's glazed eyes turned out to the ash-heaps, where small grey clouds took on fantastic shapes
42and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind. "I spoke to her," he muttered, after a long silence. "I told her she
43might fool me but she couldn't fool God. I took her to the window"--with an effort he got up and walked to the rear
44window and leaned with his face pressed against it--"and I said 'God knows what you've been doing, everything you've
45been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!' " Standing behind him, Michaelis saw with a shock that he was
46looking at the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg, which had just emerged, pale and enormous, from the dissolving night.
47"God sees everything," repeated Wilson. "That's an advertisement," Michaelis assured him. Something made him turn away
48from the window and look back into the room. But Wilson stood there a long time, his face close to the window pane,
49nodding into the twilight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By six o'clock
50Michaelis was worn out, and grateful for the sound of a car stopping outside. It was one of the watchers of the night
51before who had promised to come back, so he cooked breakfast for three, which he and the other man ate together. Wilson
52was quieter now, and Michaelis went home to sleep; when he awoke four hours later and hurried back to the garage, Wilson
53was gone. His movements--he was on foot all the time--were afterward traced to Port Roosevelt and then to Gad's Hill,
54where he bought a sandwich that he didn't eat, and a cup of coffee. He must have been tired and walking slowly, for he
55didn't reach Gad's Hill until noon. Thus far there was no difficulty in accounting for his time--there were boys who had
56seen a man "acting sort of crazy," and motorists at whom he stared oddly from the side of the road. Then for three hours
57he disappeared from view. The police, on the strength of what he said to Michaelis, that he "had a way of finding out,"
58supposed that he spent that time going from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car. On the other hand,
59no garage man who had seen him ever came forward, and perhaps he had an easier, surer way of finding out what he wanted
60to know. By half-past two he was in West Egg, where he asked someone the way to Gatsby's house. So by that time he knew
61Gatsby's name. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ At two o'clock Gatsby put on his
62bathing-suit and left word with the butler that if anyone phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool. He stopped
63at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had amused his guests during the summer, and the chauffeur helped him to
64pump it up. Then he gave instructions that the open car wasn't to be taken out under any circumstances--and this was
65strange, because the front right fender needed repair. Gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. Once he
66stopped and shifted it a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he needed help, but he shook his head and in a moment
67disappeared among the yellowing trees.
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