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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 4
Someone
started
to
ask
me
questions,
but
I
broke
away
and
went
upstairs,
quickly
searching
the
unlocked
parts
of
his
desk—he'd
never
told
me
definitively
that
his
parents
were
dead.
But
there
was
nothing—only
the
picture
of
Dan
Cody,
a
reminder
of
forgotten
violence,
staring
down
from
the
wall.
The
next
morning,
I
sent
the
butler
to
New
York
with
a
letter
to
Wolfshiem,
asking
for
information
and
urging
him
to
come
on
the
next
train.
That
request
felt
unnecessary
when
I
wrote
it.
I
was
sure
he’d
come
once
he
saw
the
newspapers,
just
as
I
was
sure
there’d
be
a
telegram
from
Daisy
before
noon—but
neither
a
telegram
nor
Mr.
Wolfshiem
arrived;
only
more
police,
photographers,
and
journalists
came.
When
the
butler
returned
with
Wolfshiem’s
reply,
I
began
to
feel
a
sense
of
defiance,
a
scornful
solidarity
between
Gatsby
and
me
against
everyone
else.
Dear
Mr.
Carraway.
This
has
been
one
of
the
most
terrible
shocks
of
my
life.
I
can
hardly
believe
it’s
true.
Such
a
mad
act
by
that
man
should
make
us
all
reflect.
I
cannot
come
down
now
as
I
am
tied
up
with
important
business
and
cannot
get
involved
in
this
right
now.
If
there
is
anything
I
can
do
later,
let
me
know
in
a
letter
via
Edgar.
I
hardly
know
where
I
am
when
I
hear
about
something
like
this
and
feel
completely
knocked
down
and
out.
Yours
truly
Meyer
Wolfshiem
and
then
a
hasty
note
beneath:
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