I don't like you dashing about without some protection.

Forget it.

If you're right, you need protection.

I've covered beer mob killings and race riots without even carrying a rabbit's foot.

These people are criminals more dangerous than your rumrunners and house-breakers. They're fanatics. They combine a mad love of country with an equally mad indifference to life, their own, as well as others'. They're cunning, unscrupulous and inspired. I couldn't face Mr. Powers again if you didn't live long enough to turn in the best story of the year.

I'm gonna be a fine foreign correspondent hiding in an attic.

I'm not suggesting you hide anywhere. Just get somebody to protect you.

A nurse? Johnny Jones goes to Europe and hires a nurse. That's going to look great on the expense account.

I know a very efficient detective agency where we can get just the man.

Okay. Whatever you say.