The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 9 Page 19

“Start him! I made him.”

“Oh.”

“I raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter. I saw right away he was a fine appearing, gentlemanly young man, and when he told me he was an Oggsford I knew I could use him good. I got him to join up in the American Legion and he used to stand high there. Right off he did some work for a client of mine up to Albany. We were so thick like that in everything — ” He held up two bulbous fingers “ — always together.”

I wondered if this partnership had included the World's Series transaction in 1919.

“Now he's dead,” I said after a moment. “You were his closest friend, so I know you'll want to come to his funeral this afternoon.”