"Suppose this were something that gets in there where it does the most good and really makes itself felt?" Toffee asked anxiously.
"Something to make 'em rare back and take notice, huh?"
"Exactly."
"I see," the congressman said. "Then you're a foreign spy, aren't you, selling out the old country? You've already said you were from far away. Tell me, how do you like our little country?"
"Love it," Toffee said. "That's why I want so badly to meet your President." She crossed her legs carefully, and no part of the movement was overlooked by the congressman.
"I see," he said. "You want to get up in the world where the bidding is high?"
"That's the idea," Toffee said. "Sort of wriggle my way into the affairs of state, so to speak."
"Brings to mind an exciting picture," the congressman commented. "Of course the best way to crash Washington society is to be investigated by the Congress. You may not believe it, dear, but we've made some of the very best international figures. But it's difficult to be investigated, especially for a spy like yourself, with credentials and all. That's too easy, and we have to concentrate on the more difficult cases—our personal enemies, for instance. However, a girl with your—uh—attributes might prove of sufficient diversion to warrant special attention."
"This Congress," Toffee said. "What is it?"
"Oh, just a body of men."