With No Strings Attached

Gordon Randall Garrett
With No Strings Attached, by

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Title: With No Strings Attached
Author: Gordon Randall Garrett (AKA David Gordon)
Illustrator: Schelling
Release Date: October 26, 2007 [EBook #23198]
Language: English
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[Transcriber's Note: This story was published in Analog, February 1963.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed.]

With No Strings Attached
A man will always be willing to buy something he wants, and believes
in, even if it is impossible, rather than something he believes is
impossible. So ... sell him what he thinks he wants!
David Gordon
Illustrated by Schelling
[Illustration]

The United States Submarine Ambitious Brill slid smoothly into her
berth in the Brooklyn Navy Yard after far too many weeks at sea, as far
as her crew were concerned. After all the necessary preliminaries had
been waded through, the majority of that happy crew went ashore to
enjoy a well-earned and long-anticipated leave in the depths of the
brick-and-glass canyons of Gomorrah-on-the-Hudson.
The trip had been uneventful, in so far as nothing really dangerous or
exciting had happened. Nothing, indeed, that could even be called
out-of-the-way--except that there was more brass aboard than usual,
and that the entire trip had been made underwater with the exception of
one surfacing for a careful position check, in order to make sure that
the ship's instruments gave the same position as the stars gave. They
had. All was well.
That is not to say that the crew of the Ambitious Brill were entirely
satisfied in their own minds about certain questions that had been
puzzling them. They weren't. But they knew better than to ask
questions, even among themselves. And they said nothing whatever
when they got ashore. But even the novices among submarine crews
know that while the nuclear-powered subs like George Washington,
Patrick Henry, or Benjamin Franklin are perfectly capable of
circumnavigating the globe without coming up for air, such

performances are decidedly rare in a presumably Diesel-electric vessel
such as the U.S.S. Ambitious Brill. And those few members of the crew
who had seen what went on in the battery room were the most secretive
and the most puzzled of all. They, and they alone, knew that some of
the cells of the big battery that drove the ship's electric motors had been
removed to make room for a big, steel-clad box hardly bigger than a
foot locker, and that the rest of the battery hadn't been used at all.
With no one aboard but the duty watch, and no one in the battery room
at all, Captain Dean Lacey felt no compunction whatever in saying, as
he gazed at the steel-clad, sealed box: "What a battery!"
The vessel's captain, Lieutenant Commander Newton Wayne, looked
up from the box into the Pentagon representative's face. "Yes, sir, it is."
His voice sounded as though his brain were trying to catch up with it
and hadn't quite succeeded. "This certainly puts us well ahead of the
Russians."
Captain Lacey returned the look. "How right you are, commander. This
means we can convert every ship in the Navy in a tenth the time we had
figured."
Then they both looked at the third man, a civilian.
He nodded complacently. "And at a tenth the cost, gentlemen," he said
mildly. "North American Carbide & Metals can produce these units
cheaply, and at a rate that will enable us to convert every ship in the
Navy within the year."
Captain Lacey shot a glance at Lieutenant Commander Wayne. "All
this is strictly Top Secret you understand."
"Yes, sir; I understand," said Wayne.
"Very well." He looked back at the civilian. "Are we ready, Mr.
Thorn?"
"Anytime you are, captain," the civilian said.

"Fine. You have your instructions, commander. Carry on."
"Aye, aye, sir," said Lieutenant Commander Wayne.
* * * * * * * * * *
A little less than an hour later, Captain Lacey and Mr. Thorn were in
the dining room of one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. Most
clubs in New York are labeled as "exclusive" because they exclude
certain people who do not measure up to their standards of wealth. A
man who makes less than, say, one hundred thousand dollars a year
would not even qualify for scrutiny by the Executive Committee. There
is one
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