Item. He could always, conversely, see to it that the defensive force's supply lines were never hampered by the weather and that the precipitation over the defensive country's breadbasket was ideal. Item. He could render aggressor communication difficult with heavy fog and/or icy roads. Item. He could cover defensive troop movements with low, dense clouds. In short, concluded the Under-Secretary, Johnny Sloman could be a one-man world police-force practically guaranteeing peace. He stopped talking. He looked at Johnny. His eyes said, the call of duty is clear. Harry Bettis said, "Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Secretary. Naturally, we'll think about what you said." "Think about it!" gasped the Under-Secretary. "Think about it!" "My client is a busy man--the busiest man in his field," Harry Bettis said. The Under-Secretary smiled bleakly. "The only man in his field, you mean. That's why we need him." "We'll send you a report in a few weeks," Harry said indifferently, "after we've had an opportunity to study the situation." "But, Harry--" Johnny began. "Johnny," Harry said. He did not have to finish the statement. It had happened before--"Johnny, I've made you a tremendous success. I'm your manager, aren't I? Let's leave it that way." "If Johnny thinks he ought to help--" Jo-Anne said. "Now, Jo-Anne," Harry Bettis scolded, and led the Under-Secretary to the door. * * * * * Three days later, the assistant chief of the F.B.I. came to see them. "We regret this, Sloman," he said. "You regret what?" Harry Bettis asked. "Defense allowed a report on its findings out. That was unwise. We'll have to give you around-the-clock protection, Sloman." "Protection from what?" Johnny wanted to know. "Enemy agents. The enemy is desperate. At all costs, according to their intelligence reports, they're out to get you." "Get him?" said Harry Bettis. "You mean, kill him?" "I mean, get him. Get him on their side. Because everything Johnny could do for the forces of peace and democracy, he could be made to do for the forces of aggression. You see?" "Yes," said Johnny. "No," said Harry Bettis. "This sounds like a government trick--to make Johnny go to work. To make him think it's his patriotic duty--" "Well," said Jo-Anne sharply, "isn't it?" Harry Bettis smiled. "When he gets as big as Universal Motors, he can become patriotic." "Mr. Sloman," the assistant F.B.I. chief said, "they will either try to kidnap you outright, or work on you through someone you love. Therefore, our bodyguards--" "Well, let them keep their distance, that's all," Bettis said. "Bad for business. Nobody wants enemy agents hanging around." "That's your final decision?" the F.B.I. man asked. "Well--" began Johnny. "Yes, it's our final decision," said Harry Bettis, showing the F.B.I. man to the door. "I don't think you should have done that," Johnny said after he had gone.