“ He paused. “I see you're looking at my cuff buttons.”

I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now. They were composed of oddly familiar pieces of ivory.

“Finest specimens of human molars,” he informed me.

“Well!” I inspected them. “That's a very interesting idea.”

“Yeah.” He flipped his sleeves up under his coat. “Yeah, Gatsby's very careful about women. He would never so much as look at a friend's wife.”

When the subject of this instinctive trust returned to the table and sat down Mr. Wolfshiem drank his coffee with a jerk and got to his feet.

“I have enjoyed my lunch,”