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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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] At first there was only the voice, a monotonous murmur in her ears. " Die now—die now—die now —" The votron had awakened her with its heart-breaking code message, and it was her duty to carry out its command. Nine years after the great battle globes had crunched together the mentors had sealed her in this tiny cell, dormant, unwaking, to be livened only when it was certain her countrymen had either definitely won—or lost. The votron's telepathic dirge chronicled the latter fact. She had expected nothing else. She had only to find the relay beside her cot, press the key that would set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe, immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily over the memories of her past. For twenty years, in company with her great father, she had watched The Defender grow from a vast metal skeleton into a planet-sized The Terrans could only fight for time and hope for a miracle. The Defender , commanded by her father, Gordon, Lord Kane, hurled itself from its orbit around Procyon and met The Invader The Defender's outer shell. Then had come that final interview with her father. "In half an hour our last space port will be captured," he had telepathed curtly. "Only one more messenger ship can leave The Defender "There's an off-chance you may survive," countered a mentor. "We're also working on a means for your escape—not only because you are Gordon's daughter, but because this great proton storm will prevent radio contact with Terra for years, and we want someone to escape with our secret if and when our experiments prove successful." "But you must expect to die," her father had warned with gentle finality. She clenched her fingernails vehemently into her palms and wrenched from her waist, for she knew that her greatest weapon in the struggle to come would be her apparent harmlessness. Four hundred yards behind her she detected the mind of a low-born Scythe, of the Tharn sun group. Very quickly she established it as that Breathing deeply from her mental effort, the woman stepped from behind a great black tree trunk and hurried to the unconscious man. For I.Q.'s of 100 and less, telepathic cortical paralysis was quite effective. With cool efficiency and no trace of distaste she stripped the odorous uniform from the man, then took his weapon, turned the beam "Name?" "Evelyn Kane." The eyes of the inquisitor widened. "So you admit to a Terran name. He was prepared for a last-ditch denial. He would cut it short, have the guards remove her, and execution would follow immediately. In a way, it was unfortunate. The woman was obviously of a high Terran class. No—he couldn't consider that. His slender means couldn't afford another woman in his quarters, and besides, he wouldn't feel safe with She had analyzed the minds of the three men. She could handle the The man's pen scratched away obediently. Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor. Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a similar ability in a mere clerk. Fighting had passed this way, too, and recently. Many of the buildings In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn H.Q.?" She thought quickly. This pompous little ass would have to be given some answer that would keep him from checking with the inquisitor. It anxiety. He appeared to listen. Evelyn tensed her mind to receive and deceive a mental probe. She was certain now that the Zone Commandant was high-born and telepathic. The chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length of time if he became interested in her. He must be avoided if at all The questing probe withdrew as idly as it had come, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She could not hope to deceive a suspicious telepath for long. Perat was merely amused at her "lie" to his under-supervisor. He had accepted her at her own face value, as supplied by her false memories. balustrade. He gave no immediate notice of her presence. The five hundred and sixth heir of Tharn was of uncertain age, as were most of the men of both globes. Only the left side of his face could be identical—on his right hand seemed to denote a certain fastidiousness and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an eyes met, and he started imperceptibly. Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane. Her father. The sweat continued to grow on her forehead, and she felt for a moment that she needed only to wish hard enough, and this would be a dream. A dream of a big, kind, dark-haired man with laugh-wrinkles about his eyes, who sat her on his knee when she was a little girl and read bedtime stories to her from a great book with many pictures. An icy, amused voice came through: "Our orders are to kill all explaining why the Commandant had called her to the balcony. Because all captured Terrans had to be killed, he hated his superiors, his own She nodded dumbly. Her palm was so wet that a drop of sweat dropped from it to the floor. She was thinking hard. She could kill the Commandant and save her father for a little while. But then the the ugly little weapon. The doomed Terran looked up at her peacefully, without expression. She lowered the Faeg, her arm trembling. Gordon, Lord Kane, frowned faintly, then closed his eyes. She raised the gun again, drew cross hairs with a nerveless wrist, and squeezed the trigger. There was a loud, hollow cough, but no recoil. The Terran She felt that she was going to be sick. Her knees were so weak that she had to lean on the coping. With a forefinger he lifted up the mass of golden curls that hung Then: "Have you ever seen me before?" "No," she whispered hoarsely. His mind was in hers, verifying the fact. "Have you ever met my father, Phaen, the old Count of Tharn?" "No." "Do you have a son?" "No." His mind was out of hers again, and he had turned moodily back, Apparently he suspected nothing. Father. Father. I had to do it. But we'll all join you, soon. Soon. III Perat lay on his couch, sipping cold purple had been thus. By "day" she probed furtively into the minds of the Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy were complete strangers. But the woman—! "That is Phaen, my father," said Perat quietly. "He stayed at home because he hated war. And that is a path in our country estate on Tharn-R-VII. The little boy I fail to recognize, beyond a general Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but must make it a known quantity. "Did your father send it to you?" she asked. "The day before you arrived here. It had been en route for months, of course." "What did he say about it?" "He said, 'Your widow and son send greetings. Be of good cheer, and accept our love.' What nonsense! He knows very well I'm not married and that—well, if I have ever fathered any children, I don't know about them." "Is that all he said?" Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. "Indeed?"

<question>:
What do we know about the powers of Evelyn’s mother and father?

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A Her father has no special powers
B We don’t know anything about their powers
C Her mother was telepathic
D Her father was telepathic

<answer>:

B