I Don't Know What You Want, Mister Gatsby

Jimmy is always liked it better down east. I didn't want it to be in the papers and draw a sight seeing crowd. So i've been calling up a few people myself. One gentleman implied that he had got what he deserved. However, was my fault. And i should have known better than to call him. The morning of the funeral, i went up to new york to see myer wolfshim. But at first there didn't seem to be any one inside. A lovely jewess appeared at an interior door and scrutinized me with black, hostile eyes. She said mister wolfshim's gone to chicago. Please say that mister carraway