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THE COMPLETE WORKS OF
F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
Stories 1909–17.
[The texts follow the Cambridge Edition, James L. W. West III, ed., Cambridge University Press 2010.]
STORIES 1909–17
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The Mystery of the Raymond Mortgage.
The Room with the Green Blinds.
Sentiment—and the Use of Rouge.
The Pierian Springs and the Last Straw.
The Mystery of the Raymond Mortgage.
St. Paul Academy Now and Then (October 1909)
When I first saw John Syrel of the “New York Daily News,” he was standing before an open window of my house gazing out on the city. It was about six o’clock and the lights were just going on. All down 33rd Street was a long line of gaily illuminated buildings. He was not a tall man, but thanks to the erectness of his posture, and the suppleness of his movement, it would take no athlete to tell that he was of fine build. He was twenty-three years old when I first saw him, and was already a reporter on the “News.” He was not a handsome man; his face was clean-shaven, and his chin showed him to be of strong character. His eyes and hair were brown.
As I entered the room he turned around slowly and addressed me in a slow, drawling tone: “I think I have the honor of speaking to Mr. Egan, chief of police.” I assented, and he went on: “My name is John Syrel and my business,—to tell you frankly, is to learn all I can about that case of the Raymond mortgage.”
I started to speak but he silenced me with a wave of his hand. “Though I belong to the staff of the ‘Daily News,’” he continued, “I am not here as an agent of the paper.”
“I am not here,” I interrupted coldly, “to tell every newspaper reporter or adventurer about private affairs. James, show this man out.”
Syrel turned without a word and I heard his steps echo up the driveway.
However, this was not destined to be the last time I ever saw Syrel, as events will show.
The morning after I first saw John Syrel, I proceeded to the scene of the crime to which he had alluded. On the train I picked up a newspaper