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"
I
ca
n't
get
him
back
from
Chicago
,
can
I
?
"
At
this
moment
a
voice
,
unmistakably
Wolfsheim
's
,
called
"
Stella
!
"
from
the
other
side
of
the
door
.
"
Leave
your
name
on
the
desk
,
"
she
said
quickly
.
"
I
'll
give
it
to
him
when
he
gets
back
.
"
"
But
I
know
he
's
there
.
"
She
took
a
step
toward
me
and
began
to
slide
her
hands
indignantly
up
and
down
her
hips
.
"
You
young
men
think
you
can
force
your
way
in
here
any
time
,
"
she
scolded
.
"
We
're
getting
sickantired
of
it
.
When
I
say
he
's
in
Chicago
,
he
's
in
Chicago
.
"
I
mentioned
Gatsby
.
"
Oh
--
h
!
"
She
looked
at
me
over
again
.
"
Will
you
just
--
What
was
your
name
?
"
She
vanished
.
In
a
moment
Meyer
Wolfsheim
stood
solemnly
in
the
doorway
,
holding
out
both
hands
.
He
drew
me
into
his
office
,
remarking
in
a
reverent
voice
that
it
was
a
sad
time
for
all
of
us
,
and
offered
me
a
cigar
.
"
My
memory
goes
back
to
when
I
first
met
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
young
major
just
out
of
the
army
and
covered
over
with
medals
he
got
in
the
war
.
