The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 4 Page 24

“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 don't like mysteries,” I answered. “And I don't understand why you won'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 wasn't all right.”

Suddenly he looked at his watch, jumped up and hurried from the room leaving me with Mr. Wolfshiem at the table.

“He has to telephone,”