Gatsby's Spectroscopy

Jordan invited me to join her own party, who were spread around a table on the other side of the garden. We all turned and looked around for Gatsby. It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world. As our credulity switched back to her, she leaned forward with enthusiasm. You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody's looking at him. I'll bet he killed a man. Lucille shivered. Let's get out, whisper Jordan, after somehow wasteful and inappropriate half hour. On a chance we tried an important-looking door and walked into a