The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 7 Page 62

Presently Tom lifted his head with a jerk and after staring around the garage with glazed eyes addressed a mumbled incoherent remark to the policeman.

“M-a-v — ” the policeman was saying, “ — o — mdash;”

“No, — r — ” corrected the man, “M-a-v-r-o — mdash;”

“Listen to me!” muttered Tom fiercely.

“r — ” said the policeman, “o — — ”

“g — — ”

“g — ” He looked up as Tom's broad hand fell sharply on his shoulder. “What you want, fella?”