The Secret of Castle Rachrent

Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes. He stalked by me into the hall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire and disappeared into the living room. The secret of Castle Rachrent is to tell your chauffeur to go far away and spend an hour. Come back in an hour, Ferdy. Does the gasoline affect his nose? I don't think so, she said innocently. Why? We went in. To my overwhelming surprise, the living room was deserted. It wasn't a bit funny.