Then I turned back to Gatsby-and was startled at his expression. I glanced at Daisy who was staring terrified between Gatsby and her husband and at Jordan who had begun to balance an invisible but absorbing object on the tip of her chin. "That drug store business was just small change," continued Tom slowly, "but you've got something on now that Walter's afraid to tell me about." That unfamiliar yet recognizable look was back again in Gatsby's face. "Walter could have you up on the betting laws too, but Wolfshiem scared him into shutting his mouth." "Don't you call me 'old sport'!" cried Tom. He was very glad to pick up some money, old sport."
God! You ought to hear Walter on the subject of you." "And you left him in the lurch, didn't you? You let him go to jail for a month over in New Jersey. "I guess your friend Walter Chase wasn't too proud to come in on it." I picked him for a bootlegger the first time I saw him and I wasn't far wrong." "He and this Wolfshiem bought up a lot of side-street drug stores here and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter.
"I found out what your 'drug stores' were." He turned to us and spoke rapidly. "You can suit yourself about that, old sport." said Gatsby steadily.
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