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

<passage>:
Ranson passed the conventional electric eye and a polite robot voice his way through life by sheer force and drive. But as Ranson looked closer, he could see lines of worry, of fear, etched about the strong mouth, and a species of terror within the shaggy-browed eyes. "Yes," said Jared Haller. "I sent for an operator. You got here quickly, Mr. Ranson!" ." Ranson wondered Mars ... but Haller was one of the few persons sufficiently important to have an operator sent without explanation as to why he was wanted. Ranson put it directly. "Why did you require the help of T.I., Mr. Haller?" he asked. upon the desk. "No one has greater respect for our local authorities than myself. Captain Maxwell is a personal friend of mine. But I understood that T.I. men had the benefit of certain amazing devices, told what crime had taken place. This time Ranson applied the spur of silence. It worked. "Mr. Ranson," Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask, "someone, something, is working to gain control of the Martian Ranson nodded, eyes intent as the pattern unfolded. "But," ... Ranson frowned ... "this is only an interesting supposition. "Music?" Ranson echoed. "Look here, Mr. Haller, you...." "It's all right." Jared Haller grinned crookedly. "I'm not insane. Yet. Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths! And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing, Almighty God!" Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson Neither man moved. Ranson knew all the tricks of visual hypnotism, the them as a cat shakes a mouse. "God!" Haller snarled. "What ... what is it?" "Don't know." Ranson felt a queer irritation growing within him. He strode stiffly to the window, peered out. In the darkness, the broad Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson to wild unreasoning anger. The red mists of hate swirled through his brain, a strange unreasoning bloodlust grew with the savage beat of the wild music. Berserk rage sounded in each shivering note and Ranson felt an insane desire to run amok. To inflict pain, to see red blood flow, Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of in a mad dance of death as the macabre music distilled deadly poison within their brains. The end came with startling suddenness. Ranson, twisting his opponent's of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as a moth is drawn to a flame. The piping of Pan, the fragile fantasies of childhood, the voices of those beyond life.... Ranson walked stiffly As he approached the window the melody grew louder. The hypnotism of Like a sleepwalker he climbed to the sill, stood outlined in the tall window. Twenty feet to the ground, almost certain death ... but Ranson Ranson stepped back into the room, where the still, terrible form of the canal-patrolmen raced through the house, toward the study. And then, his brain weary as if it had been cudgelled, Ranson slid limply to the floor. dozen big astralux arcs. Captain Maxwell chewed at his gray mustache, staring curiously at Ranson. "Then you admit killing Haller?" he demanded. That music was madness, I tell you! Madness! Nobody's responsible when under its influence! I...." "You killed Haller," Captain Maxwell said. "And you blame it on this alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people would? Even members of Terrestial Intelligence aren't sacro sanct. I'll have to hold you for trial." "Hold me for trial?" Ranson leaned forward, his gaunt face intent. Let me out of here for twelve hours! That's all I ask! And if I don't track down whoever was outside Haller's house, you can...." "Sorry." Captain Maxwell shook his head. "You know I'd like to, Ranson. But this is murder. To let a confessed murderer, even though he is a T.I. man, go free, is impossible." The captain drew a deep breath, motioned to the two gray-uniformed patrolmen. "Take Mr. Ranson." And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from its holster. Before the captain and the two patrolmen knew what had happened, they were staring into the ugly muzzle of the flame-gun. loose on Mars, the devil's melody! And it's got to be stopped before it turns this planet upside down!" "You can't get away with this, Ranson!" Captain Maxwell shook his head. "It'll only make it tougher for you when we nab you again! Be sensible! Put down that gun." "No good. Got to work fast." Ranson backed toward the door, gun in hand. "Let this mad music go unchecked and it's death to all terrestials on Mars! And I'm going to stop it! So long, captain! You halted him, but a wave of Ranson's T.I. card put the man aside. Free of headquarters, Ranson began to run. Only a few moments, he knew, before Maxwell and his men blasted a way to freedom, set out in pursuit. Like a lean gray shadow Ranson ran, twisting, dodging, among Maxwell's men had completed their examination and the place was deserted. Ranson stepped into the shadow of the clump of fragrant there was little danger, he felt, of patrolmen hunting for him at Haller's house. The captain had little faith in copybook maxims about the murderer returning to the scene of the crime. Ranson stood motionless for a moment as a canal boat swept by, then Ranson gasped. The bizarre figure was that of Dr. Elath Taen, master-scientist, sought by the T.I. for years, in vain! Elath Taen, outlaw and renegade, whose sole desire was the extermination of all and this was the man behind the unholy music! "Good evening, Mr. Ranson," Elath Taen smiled. "Had I known T.I. men were on Mars I should have taken infinitely more precautions. flame leapt from his gun, shattering the tube. The dark liquid hissed, smoking, on to the floor. "Well done, Mr. Ranson." Elath Taen nodded calmly. "Had the acid struck you, it would have rendered you blind." "That's about enough of your tricks!" Ranson grated. "Come along, Dr. "Since you insist." Elath Taen removed his chemist's smock, began, very deliberately, to strip off his rubber gloves. "Quit stalling!" Ranson snapped. "Get going! I...." The words faded on "Good God!" Ranson's eyes darted about the laboratory. "That ... that's the same as Haller and I...." "Exactly, Mr. Ranson." Elath Taen smiled thinly. "Listen!" "Come ... come on," Ranson said thickly. "Got to get out of here." But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act, swiftly, while he could smile of triumph on his face. Ranson turned to the direction of the music, tried to raise his gun, but the weapon slipped from his

<question>:
Would Captain Maxwell's attitude toward Mr. Ranson and the murder been different if he had known about the hypnotizing melody, and why?

<options>:
A No, because the murder would not have been excused whether it was intentional or not.
B Yes, because Captain Maxwell currently believes that Mr. Ranson intentionally killed Jared Haller.
C No, because Captain Maxwell would not further investigate the murder regardless of it being intentional or not.
D Yes, because a part of Captain Maxwell was already convinced that Mr. Ranson was wrongfully accused.

<answer>:

B