The Last of Gatsby's Guests

Gatsby's guests were clustered around him. He enjoined me eagerly: Don't give it another thought, old sport. And don't forget we're going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over. In the ditch beside the road right side up but violently shorn of one wheel rested a new coupe which had left Gatsby's drive not two minutes before. A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road looking from the tire to the observers in a pleasant, puzzled way. It was the late patron of