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

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By E. MITTLEMAN There couldn't be a better tip-off system than mine—it wasn't possible—but he had one! I wouldn't take five cents off a legitimate man, but if they want to gamble that's another story. What I am is a genius, and I give you a piece of advice: Do not ever force the advantage. but the I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving around the other—checking the stock, packing the stuff for shipment, arranging it on the shelves, sweeping the floor. I was a regular model worker, busy every second. I had to be. In order to see the man's hand I had to be nearby, but I had to keep moving so he wouldn't pay Then I would tip the card: a short shock for an ace, two for a king, three for a queen, and so on down to the ten. A long and a short for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man it alone every chance I get. That was where we first felt the trouble. Our new boy was around twenty. He had a swept-wing haircut, complete of the sting, but nobody laughs because the cracks are never funny. But So I called him out into the hall. "Skippy," I said—that's what we called him, "lay off. Never He ran his fingers back along his hair. "Can't a fellow express himself?" I gave him a long, hard unhealthy look. Express himself? He wouldn't manufacturer named Chapo a wheel, and he looked it. He was red-faced, with hanging jowls and a big dollar cigar he announced that he only played for big stakes ... and, nodding toward the kid and me, that he The man was a thief, but I didn't have time to argue. Right across the were stuck money and how much—all kinds of things. But finally we got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. "You aim those field know that's all. I'll take care of the rest." I'll say this for him, duck-tail haircut and all, he settled right down to business. I made myself comfortable on the bed and rattled them players, didn't know the score right, I was getting them out to Henry. I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast, sure call of the cards, his eyesight was twenty-twenty or better. After about an hour, Skippy put down the glasses and broke the news: obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by said, "You made a mistake, kid." "Running out?" He shrugged. "It's not the first mistake I made," he said bitterly. "Getting into your little setup with the bugged game came before that." I said, "You can always quit," but then stopped. Because it was a lie. He couldn't quit—not until I found out how he read Chapo's cards through a drawn shade. He said drearily, "You've all got me marked lousy, haven't you? Don't surprise me." "What are you talking about?" "I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind," he said somberly. "All my life," said Skippy, "I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't The kid finished his coffee. "Well," he said, "you want to know what the counterman's got on his mind?" He leaned over and whispered to me. I yelled, "That's a lousy thing to say!" don't want to hear all this stuff! You think the counterman's got a bad have more proof. But I didn't like Skippy's idea of proof. He offered to call off what everybody in the beanery was going to do next, barring three or four he said were silent, like me. That wasn't good enough. "Come along with The wheel spun, but that didn't stop the betting. Jake's hungry. In his place you can still bet for a few seconds after the wheel starts turning. "How come I played to lose?" I patted his shoulder. "Sonny, you got a lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run." Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do. Henry came across. He even looked embarrassed. "I figured," he said, "uh, I figured that the expenses—" "Save it," I told him. "All I want is my split." "I won't be on my own," I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only could he read minds, but the capper was that he couldn't read mine! Otherwise, you can understand, I might not want him around all the time. But this way I had my own personal bug in every game in town, and I didn't even have to spend for batteries. Card games, gaffed wheels, everything. Down at the track he could follow the smart-money guys around and let me know what they knew, which was plenty. We could even And think of the fringe benefits! With Skippy giving the women a preliminary screening, I could save a lot of wasted time. At my age, time is nothing to be wasted. I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even could hear. But everybody has got to like somebody, and I had the edge over most of the human race. He didn't know what I was thinking. And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains as he did in the way of private radar, he would have figured all these angles out for himself long ago. No, he needed me. And I needed him. We were all set to make a big score together, so I went back to his rooming house where I'd told him to wait, to get going on the big time. However, Henry had more brains than Skippy. I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy, and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place and give him a little lesson about talking. and talk all right, but something was missing. "The voices!" he yelled, I got a quick attack of cold fear. "Skippy! What's the matter? Don't He looked at me in a panic. "Oh, I hear them all right. But they're all language at all!" Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me he's not smart enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices. Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving on another frequency. Make sense? I'm positive about it. He sticks to the same story, telling me about what he's hearing inside his head, and he's too stupid to make it all up. There are some parts of it I don't have all figured out yet, but I'll people—whose voices he hears. They're skinny and furry and very everybody knows there's only one. But I'll figure it out I have to, because I have to get Skippy back in business. go in the beanery when that counterman is on duty. I've got enough troubles in the world I don't his

<question>:
The narrator's false sense of superiority

<options>:
A leads him to believe that he was the mastermind behind the victory over the high roller, but the kid actually was the one who saved the day.
B almost got them killed when the big roller came to play.
C turns out to be a huge joke at his expense because they are all exposed.
D actually comes in handy because he comes up with a great plan to use when the high roller comes in.

<answer>:

A