“Who are you, anyhow?” broke out Tom. “You're one of that bunch that hangs around with Meyer Wolfshiem — that much I happen to know. I've made a little investigation into your affairs — and I'll carry it further tomorrow.”

“You can suit yourself about that, old sport.” said Gatsby steadily.

“I found out what your 'drug stores' were.” He turned to us and spoke rapidly. “He and this Wolfshiem bought up a lot of side-street drug stores here and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter. That's one of his little stunts. I picked him for a bootlegger the first time I saw him and I wasn't far wrong.”

“What about it?” said Gatsby politely. “I guess your friend Walter Chase wasn't too proud to come in on it.”