"Warrington."
Conway slapped Barry on the back.
"That proves your story, my boy."
"What story?" asked Carlton, quickly.
"The story Wynn was trying to tell you when you went into the meeting."
He smiled in a melancholy way.
"I was so distracted that I didn't really know what Barry was trying to say."
Prompted by the journalist, the page boy himself repeated what he had heard in the hotel lobby the night before. As he concluded, Conway exclaimed:
"What do you think of that?"
"I'm fighting a resourceful crowd," admitted Carlton, sorrowfully.