Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
THE SPY IN THE ELEVATOR decent—including my date with my girl! When the elevator didn't come, that just made the day perfect. A broken egg yolk, a stuck zipper, a feedback in the aircon exhaust, the window sticking at full transparency—well, I won't go through the whole sorry list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put He glowered at me a moment longer, then shouted, "Bah!" and dropped o'clock, she meant ten o'clock. were invariably punctual. If an ore-sled didn't return on time, no one waited for it. They simply knew that it had been captured by some other shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five minutes late and found her having hysterics. She thought I'd been happened—I'd broken a shoe lace—she refused to speak to me for four days. And then the elevator didn't come. Until then, I'd managed somehow to keep the day's minor disasters from ruining my mood. Even while eating that horrible egg—I couldn't very Non-P apartment available up on one seventy-three." And I had a malfunctioning air-cons, and I managed somehow to leave the apartment at five minutes to ten. Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away. It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I was giving myself plenty of time. But then the elevator didn't come. I pushed the button, waited, and nothing happened. I couldn't understand it. The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator that traveled between the hundred thirty-third floor and the hundred sixty-seventh floor, where it was possible to make connections for either the next local or for the express. So it couldn't be more than twenty stories away. And this was a non-rush hour. I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late. It didn't arrive. I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to give her advance warning that I would be late? Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second alternative, raced back down the hall, and thumbed my way into my to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to keep us from being interrupted. Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute late. No matter. It didn't arrive. was just too much. I went into a frenzy, and kicked the elevator door door behind me, grabbed the phone book and looked up the number of the Transit Staff. I dialed, prepared to register a complaint so loud they'd be able to hear me in sub-basement three. I got some more letters that spelled: BUSY. It took three tries before I got through to a hurried-looking female receptionist "My name is Rice!" I bellowed. "Edmund Rice! I live on the hundred and fifty-third floor! I just rang for the elevator and——" "The-elevator-is-disconnected." She said it very rapidly, as though she were growing very used to saying it. It only stopped me for a second. "Disconnected? What do you mean disconnected? Elevators don't disconnected!" I told her. "We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible," she rattled. My bellowing the elevator is disconnected?" "I-am-sorry-sir-but-that——" "Stop," I said. I said it quietly, too, but she stopped. I saw her what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have "In every way but one," I continued. "She has one small imperfection, a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten o'clock. I'm late! , disconnecting the elevator? Not only won't she she leaned even closer to the screen—"there's a spy in the elevator." I just gaped at her. "A—a what?" "A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think of to get him out." "Well—but why should there be any problem about getting him out?" "He plugged in the manual controls. We can't control the elevator from the elevator at them." the elevator?" afraid they'll have to starve him out." told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked! What in the world was the matter with the Army? If things were getting that lax, the Project was doomed, force-screen or no. Who knew how many ore-sleds capable of seeking out raw materials unavailable within the But now there was a spy in the elevator. I leaped to my feet, reading from my watch that it was now ten-fifteen. I dashed once more from the apartment and down the hall to the elevator, praying that the spy had been captured by now and that Linda would agree with me that a spy in the elevator was good and sufficient reason for me to be late. He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out. I sagged against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Then I noticed the door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway. I hadn't paid any attention to it before. No one ever uses the stairs Actually, the whole idea of stairs was ridiculous. We had elevators, the use of stairs? all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps. Could I descend two hundred and eight steps for my true love? I could. Somebody in authority might simply have goofed. elevator shaft. I did exactly as I was told. I didn't move and I didn't make a sound. reminded me of a rather taciturn milkman who used to make deliveries to His gaze darted this way and that. Then he motioned with his free hand at the descending stairs and whispered, "Where do they go?" I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "All the way down," I said. "Good," he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the said, "Where do you live?" either escape or capture him. false move I'll kill you. Now, we're going to your apartment. We're "All right. Let's go." We went. I have never in my life seen that long hall quite so empty as it was right then. No one came out of any of the apartments, no one emerged from any of the branch halls. We walked to my apartment. I the door, his gun hand hanging limp at his side, a nervous smile of course, but I'd heard enough about ore-sled dispatching from Linda "Of course not," I told him. I was on secure ground now, with Linda's "No. Why should we?" before he ever made that first step from the cave?" took for him to turn around and go right back into the cave again." He around and he ran all the way back to the cave he started from, his He asked the question so violently and urgently that I knew I had to "Well—" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even

<question>:
Why didn't he just take the express elevator when the local did not arrive?

<options>:
A It didn't occur to him
B No one had used the express in many years
C The express did not stop at the 153rd floor
D The express did not stop at the 167th floor

<answer>:

C