The fact was infinitely astonishing to him — and I recognized first the unusual quality of wonder and then the man — it was the late patron of Gatsby's library.

“How'd it happen?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I know nothing whatever about mechanics,” he said decisively.

“But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?”

“Don't ask me,” said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter. “I know very little about driving — next to nothing. It happened, and that's all I know.”

“Well, if you're a poor driver you oughtn't to try driving at night.”