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A
succulent
hash
arrived
,
and
Mr.
Wolfsheim
,
forgetting
the
more
sentimental
atmosphere
of
the
old
Metropole
,
began
to
eat
with
ferocious
delicacy
.
His
eyes
,
meanwhile
,
roved
very
slowly
all
around
the
room
--
he
completed
the
arc
by
turning
to
inspect
the
people
directly
behind
.
I
think
that
,
except
for
my
presence
,
he
would
have
taken
one
short
glance
beneath
our
own
table
.
"
Look
here
,
old
sport
,
"
said
Gatsby
,
leaning
toward
me
,
"
I
'm
afraid
I
made
you
a
little
angry
this
morning
in
the
car
.
"
There
was
the
smile
again
,
but
this
time
I
held
out
against
it
.
"
I
do
n't
like
mysteries
,
"
I
answered
.
"
And
I
do
n't
understand
why
you
wo
n't
come
out
frankly
and
tell
me
what
you
want
.
Why
has
it
all
got
to
come
through
Miss
Baker
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
nothing
underhand
,
"
he
assured
me
.
"
Miss
Baker
's
a
great
sportswoman
,
you
know
,
and
she
'd
never
do
anything
that
was
n't
all
right
.
"
Suddenly
he
looked
at
his
watch
,
jumped
up
,
and
hurried
from
the
room
,
leaving
me
with
Mr.
Wolfsheim
at
the
table
.
"
He
has
to
telephone
,
"
said
Mr.
Wolfsheim
,
following
him
with
his
eyes
.
"
Fine
fellow
,
is
n't
he
?
Handsome
to
look
at
and
a
perfect
gentleman
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
He
's
an
Oggsford
man
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
