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!"