Last night George Wilson grieved over the loss of his wife, Myrtle Wilson, who ran onto a road in the Valley of Ashes and was struck by a car, losing her life.
Mavro Michaelis, a good friend of George Wilson’s, had this to say “She rushed out into the dusk, waving her hands and shouting.” (Fitzgerald 130) It caught Michaelis’ attention but “before he could move from his door, the business was over.” (Fitzgerald 130)As she blindly ran into the street like a madwoman, she was struck and instantly killed by the ‘death car.’ (Fitzgerald 131)”Michaelis and another man reached her first, but when they had torn open her shirtwaist, still damp with perspiration, they saw that her left breast was swinging loose like a flap, and there was no need to listen for the heart beneath.” (Fitzgerald 131)Michaelis described the deceased’s face by saying “the mouth was wide open and ripped a little at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.” (Fitzgerald 131)
A man who was present at the scene of the crime said that “it was a yellow car, the car passed me down the road going faster than forty. Going fifty, sixty.” (Fitzgerald 133)When Wilson learned of the car that had killed his beloved wife, his emotional state became further deranged. Alex Goodall, a neighbour, had this to say: “He grew quieter and began to talk about the yellow car. He announced that he had a way of finding out whom the yellow car belonged to, and then he blurted out that a couple of months ago his wife had come from the city with her face bruised and her nose swollen.” (Fitzgerald 149)”Her and her husband were having some sort of trouble…He had kept her locked up for a few days and was now suddenly talking about moving away from here. I think she was justtrying to escape him,” said Michaelis.
Detective Jack Miller had this to say about his investigation: “It is clear from my findings that the woman must have been trying to run from her husband. It is unfortunate that she met such a cruel and untimely death, but I suppose it was fate’s doing. But whether or not she was fated for it, I will not rest until the offender has been found and punished.