'Have you got a church you go to sometimes, George?
Maybe even if you haven’t been there for a long time? May- be I could call up the church and get a priest to come over and he could talk to you, see?’
‘I suppose Daisy’ll call too.’ He looked at me anxiously as
if he hoped I’d corroborate this.
‘I suppose so.’
‘Well—goodbye.’
We shook hands and I started away. Just before I reached
the hedge I remembered something and turned around. ‘ ey’re a rotten crowd,’ I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re
worth the whole damn bunch put together.’
Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed and his mouth
widened slightly with the ghost of a superior ‘Hm!’
‘I know,’ he said de nitely, ‘I’m one of these trusting fellas and I don’t think any harm to NObody, but when I get to know a thing I know it. 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, a er a long silence. ‘I told her she might fool me but she couldn’t fool God. I took her to the window—’ With an e ort he got up and walked to the rear window and leaned with his face pressed against it, ‘—and I said ‘God knows what you’ve been doing, ev- erything you’ve been doing. You may fool me but you can’t fool God!’ ‘
Standing behind him Michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg which had just emerged pale and enormous from the dissolving night.
‘God sees everything,’ repeated Wilson.