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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full of civilians, by the side of the North America. From here we from the frame house, started for After a cursory inspection the almost the people. And see, our the three accounted for. What of the third? Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged in Solomon's front yard and parked facing the road ready for machine. Comrades ... it is going to—Ah ... the picture is His last cup of coffee was almost gone as Solomon heard the noise of their shoes, followed by knuckles thumping his front door. Wondering who could be in such a hurry, so early in the morning, he pulled automobile coming toward the jacket as he went to answer. "Why you bother me so early? You know I only buy cars from owners." proves ancient automobiles are orbiting the world, Americans are caught in obvious attempt to ridicule our efforts to probe mysteries of space." This man, from Washington, wants American scientific study of the Confusion was also undermining busy 200-inch telescope was photographing a strange new object, To these, and bewildering others, Solomon told the truth. He had no explosives, couldn't weld, didn't explode angrily. In full glory, the finish school and was here, in bed, all night. What were you doing last night? led the three men into his yard. Once inside, and without asking permission, they began searching like a hungry hound trailing in the glare of early morning sun, watched invasion of his privacy. "What they want?" he wondered. He'd broken no laws in all the years he'd been in the United report, Washington looked like a States. "For what do they bother His depressing thoughts were rudely shattered by a hail from the midnight meetings of the nation's greatest minds. The military denied responsibility for cars older than left their curious searching to follow of Flight 26, New York to Los weeks. How many did you have?" "Twenty but these are all I have the evening of April 3rd. A week left," Solomon eagerly replied, Angeles, had two weeks before reported a strange object rising is the last—" "Who bought the others?" the because no one believed his story. "No one," quavered Solomon, terror gripping his throat with a nervous hand. Had he done wrong to send cars into the sky? Everyone something rising from earth's surface Fortunately, at the approximate him up? What would happen to his big man interrupted. wrong? Surely there was no law he'd broken. Wasn't the air free, twenty-four-hour watches for unscheduled flights not involving aircraft. air. What had he done that was Southern California hilltops in "Then where did they go?" "You did what?" and Four caught it moments quavered Solomon. So this is what later. Then Three minute. Don't say a word. Officer, go and tell my men to prevent on. It's still rising ... leaving the atmosphere ... gone. Anyone else catch it?" Negative responses this place." The patrolman came from all but cars? And his business? "How did you ... no! Wait a Solomon told the civilians of to pressure from exhaust Four had laid four lines over an engine that would run on pressure, . So well spread were read about in newspapers. It asleep, totally unaware of the making of history in its back yard. manifolds. A logical way to make it? about three months ago. Solomon, who couldn't remember his first name, was warming tired big. from sagging wooden rafters. The cause no attention while protecting his property. A rugged individual what Solomon happily agreed was and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll sits in the office and tells buyers nephew. "The old man had to take a trip in a hurry." Because he knows nothing of the business, they'll have to wait until Solomon it, and left grumbling about being where the unsuspecting community to a stratospheric decompression Happiness faded as the reverie was where at last count, sixteen of the arrival of a customer's car. a boy's voice was saying. "He gives like satellite engines he'd still burning their fingers trying to orbit a car. They can't figure how to control vacuum and pressure make you a good deal, too. I just know he would." didn't tell many people about the is somehow related to kitchen matches a newspaper reporter found scattered behind a station wagon in bent, white hair blowing through leading the boy and his father a chase that was more a a short cut. "Yes, sir, here they are," announced Solomon over his shoulder. Stepping aside he made one old, the other tired, were faced silent agony of their fate. Sold, resold and sold again, used until exhaustion set in, they reached Solomon's for a last brave stand. No matter what beauties they were broken wheels and rotted woodwork bespoke the utter impossibility "Are you kidding?" Georgie's echoed by those of a crestfallen boy. Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection in the gloom overshadowing his unloved old cars, was troubled with which started Solomon to thinking As Solomon told the people in free of interruption. The engine was brought to life by Solomon lumbered carefully down rows of cars to an almost completely stripped wreck holding only a broken engine. In a few minutes, Solomon stopped for a minute to worry. "If it works," he thought, "when I get them nearer each other, it'll go up in my face." and ... that was it. A hub cap would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless activity, but walking faster they were solid and grunted with satisfaction of a job well done. He moved his tray of tools away and trailed the hub cap twine behind the solid body of a big old no chances. Excitement glistened Solomon's old eyes as what blood pressure there was rose a point or eliminate slack. As it tightened, he tensed, braced himself with a free hand on the wagon's bumper, and taking a deep breath, jerked the through the air to clang against to his feet. Deep in the woods behind Solomon's crows. Eyes high, they scanned branches and horizons for game. "Look, there goes one," the majestically rose into the sky and rapidly disappeared into high clouds. was nothing there, and as Solomon now figured it, never had been. Heart heavy with belief in the temporary foolishness of age, Solomon went to the hub cap, glittering the string, and in the tool tray, before Solomon realized he'd not been daydreaming. In the cleared around greasy blocks on which he'd propped the now missing engine. That night was a whirlwind of excitement for Solomon. He had steak for dinner, then sat back to consider future success. Once the manifold, drawing pressure from in place so they could be pulled off in unison with a strong pull on the twine. The tired Essex was pretty big, so Solomon waited until cords as he crouched behind the Ford wagon. He held the cords in one calloused hand, a burning match in the other so he could watch the Essex. Solomon tightened his fist, gave a quick tug to and watched in excited satisfaction as the old sedan rose in a soft swish of midsummer air flowing Day after day, only a mile from went silently heavenward with the aid of Solomon's unique combination of engine vacuum and exhaust pressure. His footsteps were light with accomplishment as he thought, "In four more days, they'll all be gone." cursed luck ruining the evening, Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed his coffee and relaxed with clock neared ten, he closed his manuals and let himself out the kitchen matches were needed to collect the cords from a big Packard, handsome in the warmth of a moonless summer night. With a you'd have worried. The full circle was hidden in a curious farmer's orange grove. Seven row of a used car lot. was meat-packing plant, but the night They all caught the Packard's takeoff. Degree lines from the four out and covers under his bristly chin, a task force of quiet men was speeding on its way to surround Dogs stirred, yapping at sudden activity they alone knew of, then

<question>:
What is the tone of this story?

<options>:
A Humorous
B Serious
C Dramatic
D Suspenseful

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A