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

<passage>:
"Remember Junie O'Brien? The little golden-haired girl on Mars, a mathematical prodigy, but dying of an incurable disease? She collected Earth coins." he would get into trouble. But that was nothing compared to the trouble he would be in if he did not get into trouble! Matheny stared out the wall, his hands twisting nervously behind his "Yes?" Matheny faced around, shivering with his own tension. The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected. "Oh, we don't expect immigration," said Matheny shyly. He was a fairly young man, but small, with a dark-thatched, snub-nosed, gray-eyed head that seemed too large for his slender body. "We learned long ago "Thanks," said Matheny, "but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh, A dropshaft deposited him on a walkway. The crowd, a rainbow of men in he thought wildly. acreage than his eyes reached, was impressive and all that, but—he used to stroll out in the rock garden behind his cottage and smoke a he asked himself in a surge of He, Peter Matheny, was no more than a peaceful professor of sociodynamics at Devil's Kettle University. Of course, he had advised his government before now—in fact, the Red Ankh Society had been his idea—but still he was at ease only with his books and his chess and his mineral collection, a faculty poker party on Tenthday night and an occasional trip to Swindletown— My God , thought Matheny, years out of date. He should find himself a hotel, he thought drearily, but he wasn't tired He fumbled after his pipe. Of course , he told himself, that's why was a practical necessity. Life was bleak enough on the deserts, without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge to work out the system by which the management operated a wheel. But more, he would have been among people he understood. The frightful thing about the Earthman was the way he seemed to Matheny puffed smoke and looked around. His feet ached from the weight on them. Where could a man sit down? It was hard to make out any individual sign through all that flimmering neon. His eye fell on one THE CHURCH OF CHOICE Enter, Play, Pray That would do. He took an upward slideramp through several hundred feet "I—I'm not hungry," stammered Matheny. "I just wanted to sit in—" "Hm?" said Matheny. She explained. He bought a few hundred-dollar tokens, dropped a fifty-buck coin down a slot marked CONTRIBUTIONS, and sipped the martini he got back while he strolled around studying the games. He stopped, frowned. Bingo? No, he didn't want to bother learning something new. He decided that the roulette wheels were either honest or too deep for him. He'd have to relax with a crap game instead. He had been standing at the table for some time before the rest of the congregation really noticed him. Then it was with awe. The first few passes he had made were unsuccessful. Earth gravity threw him off. But when he got the rhythm of it, he tossed a row of sevens. It was a customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the feel. He got a seven. The dice had not been substituted on him. "I say!" he exclaimed. He looked up into eyes and eyes, all around the green table. "I'm sorry. I guess I don't know your rules." playing ? What happened to the cocked dice?" "Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—" Matheny backed out of the crowd, "Oh. Thanks. Thanks ever so much. I, I, that is—" Matheny cursed Matheny had yet heard. "Yes. Yes, I am. M-my name's Peter Matheny. I, I—" He stuck out his Matheny sighed. "A drink is what I need the very most." They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what "We can't afford it," said Matheny. "What with gravitation and "Oh," said Matheny. "Of course," Matheny said ritually, "I agree with all the archeologists "I do know," said Matheny. "But we're poor—a handful of people trying Grill, on the 73rd Level. Matheny's jaw clanked down. Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for Matheny shuddered. "Good Lord, no!" sweepstakes, but the anti-gambling laws on Earth forbid that." Doran whistled. "I got to give your people credit for enterprise, anyway!" He fingered his mustache. "Uh, pardon me, but have you tried "Of course," said Matheny bitterly. "We offer the most liberal "Beer," said Matheny without hesitation. Matheny shrugged. "I haven't told you anything that isn't known to The beer arrived. Matheny engulfed himself in it. Doran sipped at a "Ahhh!" said Matheny. "Bless you, my friend." Matheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama how to dodge the tax bite and—and—well, you see how it goes, that sort of, uh, thing." Matheny felt his eloquence running down and grabbed for the second bottle of beer. "But where do I start?" he asked plaintively, for his loneliness smote him anew. "I'm just a college professor at home. How would I even get to see—" Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a "What I really want," said Matheny, "what I really want—I mean what "A what?" "The best and slickest one on Earth, to operate a world-size con game for us and make us some real money." "Con man? Oh. A slipstring." "A con by any other name," said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit. "No." Matheny realized his head was a bit smoky. The walls of the booth ," said Matheny. "If I don't mean "Whoof!" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his himself into another chair, cocked his feet on the 3-D and waved a cigarette. "Which speaking of, what say we get some girls? It is not too late to catch them at home. A date here will usually start around "Me?" Matheny heard his voice climb to a schoolboy squeak. "Me? While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with slipstring. A con man, you would call it." "Forget that. Please. I spoke out of turn." "Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And "What?" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom. got to think positively." Matheny hesitated. If only he hadn't taken that last shot! It made him he became overcautious. They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must. "I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea," he "What? But—but—" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that he had landed on Earth less than six hours ago. In the end, he did call room service and the machine was trundled in. "I know." Matheny stared, embarrassed, at the carpet. "I'm sorry "Oh, it's simple enough," said Matheny. "It's only that we already are operating con games." "Yes, and that calls to mind the Little Girl," said Matheny

<question>:
What did Matheny expect to happen when he went into the church?

<options>:
A To gamble and win some money
B To play craps with loaded dice
C To sit for awhile and rest
D To play roulette until he figured out the wheel

<answer>:

C