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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I'm beginning to see this thing a little clearer. Joan, what we've got here is a one-shot gamble right?" ("One-Shot") Braun was in the city that particular week end for Braun. long ago that even the way we construct random tables is full of holes—and that a man with a feeling for the essence of a gamble can make a monkey out of chance almost at will. "And if there ever was such a man, Braun is it. That's why I asked all its facts backwards, entering the tale at the pay-off, working back to and—play a hunch." "You're out of your mind," Anderton said. the hook, and winding up with a A decorous knock spared me the ignore the judgment. It was Braun as thought of Braun when the news the messenger had been fast, and the gambler hadn't bothered to read might almost say a formal casualness. It was only when he opened his mouth that One-Shot Braun was in the suit with him. Ludmilla were defective," he said. "It seems that this "Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard, egg was buried among a lot of other on the "It's a sea lock for getting rid of dangerous cargo. The bottom of it opens right to Davy Jones. Standard Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went nothing about things like that. I'm surprised with you. I thought CIA had all the brains it needed—ain't began to list and the captain yelled for help. When the Dr. Hadamard. Can't even tell its shape—it's buried too deeply in the mud." "I see." I thought about it a moment. "In other words, you don't know whether the to you, Dr. Harris. We don't know what she dropped and we haven't any way of finding out. It "Nothing, Dr. Hadamard. Could be it's shielded." that none of them know anything the whole procedure was designed to be automatic." All right, maybe it's got a clockwork fuse that didn't break with the impact. to Braun. "As you can see, we're stymied. This is a long shot, Mr. Braun. One throw of the dice—one show-down hand. We've got to have That's why I called you." "It's no good," he said. He took off the Homburg, took his handkerchief from his breast pocket, and wiped the hatband. "I can't do it." along that we can't handle, and then "It ain't my kind of thing," he Washington will be kicking itself—or, more likely, some scapegoat—for But this makes a difference. If I guess wrong—" "Then we're all dead ducks. But why should you guess wrong? Your hunches have been working for sixty government department. Some day the job will come I looked up at Braun. He was solely for the benefit of the T/O—that "Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as to the present. "All right," he said. having failed to develop a comparable "I told you the truth, Andy. Remember that. So—is it a bomb or ain't it? I nodded. He closed his eyes. An unexpected stab of pure fright went down my back. Without the eyes, Braun's face was a death mask. she called "the extra-legal ego." That's what's up for grabs, right?" along Braun's forehead and his upper lip. The handkerchief remained crushed in his hand. Anderton said, "Of all the fool—" "Hush!" Joan said quietly. wanted it this way. I say it's a bomb. "It's funny," he said, "I was and the desire to be accepted thinking of running for Congress a bulldog than usual, was setting his stopwatch by one of the eight clocks on ULTIMAC's face. "Want me to Braun. If it isn't already too late—" this is more important." "Unscrew the cap?" the audio squawked. "But Dr. Hadamard, if that sets it off—" "It won't go off. That's the one thing you can be sure it won't do." to look at that lump on the screen But it hasn't got a fuse. Now how could they have made a fool mistake like that?" "In other words, it's a dud," Joan said. "That's right, a dud." Now, at last, Braun wiped his face, which was quite gray. "I told you this." "But they do," I said. "I'm sorry we put you through the wringer—and for some other reason, any one of fifty possible reasons." "Are you trying to say that CIA staged this? You ought to be shot, the whole pack of you!" "No, not exactly," I said. "The enemy's responsible for the drop, all "You can't take such a gamble," he said grimly. "There are eight and a half million lives riding on it. I can't let you do it." He stared at me for a moment, his lips thinned. Then he picked up the phone again to order Joan's blood known Braun, briefly and to no decision—except that, since his eyes were open, I could see that it was directed at me. "If this was the old For some reason, he had been amused by the brash youngster who'd barged in on him and demanded the lowdown, Braun was in the city over the week we'd never risk it. That with a vengeance. He was still a professional gambler, and according to what he had told the of failure—an admission that our usual methods didn't come through for us in time. we did do it in the test was a concession Congressional Investigating Committee man who had almost bought the Empire the equation stands for the moment when the shoestring broke.) Joan had been following his career, meant nothing more to Joan than the final clinical note in a case history. "With personalities like that, respectability is a disease," she told me. "There's always an almost-open conflict between the desire to be powerful It was, I believe, the sigh of a man your ordinary criminal is a moral imbecile, but people like Braun are damned with a conscience, and sooner or later they crack trying to appease it." at peace with himself. Transcriber's Note: steel all the way through." "Don't you believe it. The symptoms are showing all over him. Now he's backing Broadway plays, sponsoring beginning actresses, joining never fail. But the plays he backs always do. They have to he's sinking money in them to appease his conscience, and if they were to succeed it would double his guilt instead of salving it. It's the same way with the young actresses. He's not sexually interested in them—his type never is, because living a rigidly orthodox family life is part of the effort towards respectability. He's backing them to 'pay his debt to society'—in other words, they're talismans to keep him out of jail." "It doesn't seem like a very satisfactory substitute." "Of course it isn't," Joan had said. "The next thing he'll do is go in for direct public service—giving money year, Braun had announced the the Detroit slum area where he had been born—the plainest kind of symbolic suicide: . It depressed me to see it happen, for next on Joan's agenda for Braun was an entry into politics I hated to think what Braun's career on it—" That put it up into Braun's He remembered me instantly like most uneducated, power-driven men, he had a memory as good as any machine's. "You never did send me that paper you was going to write," he said. His Braun chuckled. "I still know a Braun." to Braun without stopping to breathe clenching his fists and sweating his bottom. If that even had a prayer of working, I knew, he'd have had the Manhattan stopped I can just figure out what it is. Remember One-Shot Braun?" "Yes. What's he got to do with it?" "Nothing," I said. "But I want lick this project before deadline without him."

<question>:
Why does Braun sponsor beginning actresses?

<options>:
A He wants to have a romantic connection with them.
B His wife likes young talent.
C He believes they will become famous and earn him money.
D He is cursed with a conscience.

<answer>:

D