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“Oh, no,” said the first girl, “it couldn't be that, because he was in the American army during the war. But just look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody's looking at him. I'll bet he killed a man.”

We all turned and looked around for Gatsby.

The first supper – there would be another one after midnight – was now being served, and Jordan invited me to join her around a table on the other side of the garden.

“Let's get out,” whispered Jordan, after half an hour.

We got up, and she explained that we were going to find the host.

The bar, where we went first, was crowded but Gatsby was not there. She couldn't find him from the top of the steps, and he wasn't on the veranda. We opened a heavy door, and walked into a library.

A stout, middle-aged man with enormous spectacles was sitting on the edge of a great table, staring at the shelves of books. As we entered he turned around and examined Jordan from head to foot.

“What do you think?” he demanded impetuously.

“About what?”

He waved his hand toward the book-shelves.