"Now, I will introduce myself," said the stranger, with an engaging smile. "My name is Felix Conway. I am the correspondent of a New York newspaper, and if you ever need any assistance while you are in Washington, don't fail to call on me."
"Thank you," was the grateful reply, "I am not likely to forget you."
"Now, Joe," said the correspondent, turning to the second boy again, "why did you take Mr. Wynn's suitcase?"
Joe gazed at the floor in an embarrassed manner for a moment and then, raising his head, said defiantly:
"I couldn't help it. He looked so green that I simply couldn't resist hiding his bag."
"Well," said Mr. Conway, "if you hope to be respected in this world, you'll have to resist a good many temptations."
At this point in the conversation, Congressman Carlton, of all persons in the world, came along. He recognized Barry at once, and going over, shook his hand warmly. He also talked pleasantly with Mr. Conway concerning matters in which they were both interested.
"Barry," he said, finally, "I'm awfully busy this afternoon, but I'm going to put you in care of Joe Hart here. He'll take you to a pleasant boarding-house and see that you are properly installed. Report to me here in the Capitol at ten o'clock in the morning. In the meantime, Joe will post you on your duties. You will find him a very nice boy."
"Yes," said Barry, gazing at Joe somewhat skeptically, "I suppose I will find him to be a very nice boy."