The clerk wiped his eyes, gazed at the boy who stood before him, and then shook his head lazily. "Nothing doing, young man," he said. "Mr. Henry is probably sound asleep and I don't propose to wake him up at this hour of the night." "But, it's very urgent," insisted Barry. "There is a night session of Congress and there has been a call of the House." "I don't care," was the reckless reply; "I would not call him for the President of the United States!" "Where is his room?" asked Barry, with sudden inspiration flashing through his mind. "His room is number 40 on the second floor." "All right," said the boy, turning away and walking down the corridor. Instead of going out of the hotel, however, he turned up the marble hallway and made his way to the second floor. The corridor was dimly lighted but he proceeded on his way until he came opposite room number 40. He looked twice to assure himself of the number and then pounded lustily on the door. A mumbling voice came from the bed-clothes: "What do you want, anyhow?" For reply Barry pounded harder than ever. There was a grumbling sound and presently the key was turned in the door, and a big man in pajamas came out. He glared at Barry fiercely. "What do you want, to wake a man up at this hour of the night?" "Why, Mr. Henry," said Barry, "I came to say--" "Henry?" roared the other, with the voice of a mad bull. "My name isn't Henry!" Barry's heart sank. He looked at the big person timidly and said: "Why, aren't you Congressman Henry?" "No," thundered the other, "I'm not Congressman Henry!" "But, but--" stammered the boy, "I was told that Mr. Henry was in room 40." Once again the man's voice roared through the length of the corridor: "Room 40! You little blackguard, this is not room 40. This is room 4. Forty is at the other end of the corridor." "I beg your pardon," stuttered the boy. "I didn't mean--" "I don't care what you mean, or what you didn't mean," grumbled the man, "but I'd like to know what right you have to wake up people who are sound asleep. I'll complain to the clerk and find out what kind of a house this is, anyhow!" Before he had finished the sentence, Barry was halfway down the corridor and finally reached the room he was looking for. He knocked on this door a little less defiantly than he had on the first one. In a little while it was opened, and the real Congressman stood there wanting to know why he had been aroused. Barry hastily explained his mission. Mr. Henry took it quite good-naturedly and said: "All right, my boy, I will dress and get down to the Capitol in a few minutes."