Сборник лучших произведений американской классической литературы. Уровень 4

I remembered something and turned around.

“They're a rotten crowd[65 - They're a rotten crowd. – Ничтожества, вот кто они.],” I shouted across the lawn. “You're worth the whole damn bunch put together[66 - You're worth the whole damn bunch put together. – Вы один стоите их всех, вместе взятых.].”

George Wilson told Michaelis, “He killed her.”

“Who did?”

“I have a way of finding out. He murdered her.”

“It was an accident, George.

”

Wilson shook his head.

“I know,” he said definitely, “It was the man in that car. She ran out to speak to him and he wouldn't stop.”

“I spoke to her,” he muttered, after a long silence. “I told her she might fool me but she couldn't fool God. I said 'God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing.'”

Michaelis went home to sleep; when he awoke four hours later and hurried back to the garage, Wilson was gone.

His movements – he was on foot all the time – were afterward traced[67 - were afterward traced – удалось позже проследить].

The police, on the strength of what he said[68 - on the strength of what he said – основываясь на словах] to Michaelis, that he “had a way of finding out,” supposed that he spent that time going from garage to garage inquiring for a yellow car. By half past two he was in West Egg where he asked someone the way to Gatsby's house. So by that time he knew Gatsby's name.

At two o'clock Gatsby put on his bathing suit.

The chauffeur heard the shots. Just that time I drove from the station directly to Gatsby's house. Four of us, the chauffeur, servant, gardener and I, hurried down to the pool. Gatsby was lying in the pool dead.

It was after we brought Gatsby's body toward the house that the gardener saw Wilson's body a little way off in the grass. The holocaust[69 - holocaust – искупительная жертва] was complete.

Chapter 9

Most of those reports were a nightmare – grotesque, circumstantial, eager and untrue. But all this seemed remote.

I called up Daisy half an hour after we found him, called her instinctively and without hesitation. But she and Tom had gone away early that afternoon, and taken baggage with them.

“Left no address?”

“No.”

“Say when they'd be back?”

“No.