This? he inquired, holding it up.
Wilson stared and nodded.
I found it yesterday afternoon. She tried to tell me about it, but I knew it was something funny.
You mean your wife bought it?
She had it wrapped in tissue paper on her bureau.
Michaelis didnt see anything odd in that, and he gave Wilson a dozen reasons why his wife might have bought the dog-leash. But conceivably Wilson had heard some of these same explanations before, from Myrtle, because he began saying Oh, my God! again in a whisper his comforter left several explanations in the air.
Then he killed her, said Wilson. His mouth dropped open suddenly.
Who did?
I have a way of finding out.
Youre morbid, George, said his friend. This has been a strain to you and you dont know what youre saying. Youd better try and sit quiet till morning.
He murdered her.
It was an accident, George.
Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed and his mouth widened slightly with the ghost of a superior Hm!
I know, he said definitely, Im one of these trusting fellas and I dont think any harm to nobody, but when I get to know a thing I know it. It was the man in that car. She ran out to speak to him and he wouldnt stop.
Michaelis had seen this too, but it hadnt occurred to him that there was any special significance in it. He believed that Mrs. Wilson had been running away from her husband, rather than trying to stop any particular car.
How could she of been like that?
Shes a deep one, said Wilson, as if that answered the question. Ah-h-h
He began to rock again, and Michaelis stood twisting the leash in his hand.
Maybe you got some friend that I could telephone for, George?
This was a forlorn hope he was almost sure that Wilson had no friend: there was not enough of him for his wife. He was glad a little later when he noticed a change in the room, a blue quickening by the window, and realized that dawn wasnt far off. About five oclock it was blue enough outside to snap off the light.
Wilsons glazed eyes turned out to the ash-heaps, where small grey clouds took on fantastic shapes and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind.
I spoke to her, he muttered, after a long silence. I told her she might fool me but she couldnt fool God. I took her to the window with an effort he got up and walked to the rear window and leaned with his face pressed against it and I said God knows what youve been doing, everything youve been doing. You may fool me, but you cant fool God!
Standing behind him, Michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg, which had just emerged, pale and enormous, from the dissolving night.
God sees everything, repeated Wilson.
Thats an advertisement, Michaelis assured him. Something made him turn away from the window and look back into the room. But Wilson stood there a long time, his face close to the window pane, nodding into the twilight.
* * *By six oclock Michaelis was worn out, and grateful for the sound of a car stopping outside. It was one of the watchers of the night before who had promised to come back, so he cooked breakfast for three, which he and the other man ate together. Wilson was quieter now, and Michaelis went home to sleep; when he awoke four hours later and hurried back to the garage, Wilson was gone.
His movements he was on foot all the time were afterward traced to Port Roosevelt and then to Gads Hill, where he bought a sandwich that he didnt eat, and a cup of coffee. He must have been tired and walking slowly, for he didnt reach Gads Hill until noon. Thus far there was no difficulty in accounting for his time there were boys who had seen a man acting sort of crazy, and motorists at whom he stared oddly from the side of the road. Then for three hours he disappeared from view. The police, on the strength of what he said to Michaelis, that he had a way of finding out, supposed that he spent that time going from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car. On the other hand, no garage man who had seen him ever came forward, and perhaps he had an easier, surer way of finding out what he wanted to know. By half-past two he was in West Egg, where he asked someone the way to Gatsbys house. So by that time he knew Gatsbys name.
* * *At two oclock Gatsby put on his bathing-suit and left word with the butler that if anyone phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool. He stopped at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had amused his guests during the summer, and the chauffeur helped him pump it up. Then he gave instructions that the open car wasnt to be taken out under any circumstances and this was strange, because the front right fender needed repair.
Gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. Once he stopped and shifted it a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he needed help, but he shook his head and in a moment disappeared among the yellowing trees.
No telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four oclock until long after there was anyone to give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didnt believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.