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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "Easier said than done, my friend," Paulson said crisply. If it was happening to him, all right, he could you have. He will claim to be Abraham Lincoln." "No!" "Yes, and he will pretend to find you accidentally and get you to help him find a way back to his own world, glorying in making a fool of you. But you can use every moment to learn his every weakness." "Yes, of course," Paulson muttered. "But he couldn't hoax me. My keen powers of deduction would have seen through him in an instant!" was no longer bored by a reality in which he was matching wits with the first master criminal of the paratime universe, and Horbit was no longer hopeless in his quest to gain another reality because he knew he was not merely insane now. They wanted "My career hasn't been very long, sir," I said modestly. I didn't to believe them. The stories gave them what they were could last that long in my job. At least, none had yet. "I've followed it from the first. I know every step you've made." I didn't know whether to be flattered or apprehensive. "That's fine," I Fortunately, I was confident from their psych records that they were both incapable of ending their little game by homicide, no matter how "Why, it's the logical step forward in penal servitude. Man has been heading toward this since he first started civilizing himself. After all, some criminals can't from society for a specific time so he can't harm that society for that time. Punishment, rehabilitation, all of it is secondary to that. The with the right decision so I could return to some alien reality? Or did I deliberately want to make a mistake so I could continue living the Alexander of Macedonia, Tarzan, Casanova, or Buffalo Bill. They are conscious of all the time that is being spent out of their real lives they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know, "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" Was he deliberately trying to ask tough questions? "They don't. They think they are having some kind of delusion. Many of them become schizoid and pretend to go along with reality while secretly 'knowing' of job, but I'm not as far out as you seemed to have thought." "Yes, sir," I replied. "By letting the prisoner project his own He was telling me He didn't say anything. I didn't think he had to. "You wanted to make sure I made a painfully scrupulous decision in your case," I went on. "You didn't want me to pardon you completely true, if I had forgotten that everything that happened was only a Dream, and if I admitted it, the councilman would know I was mad. Coleman." "How did you decide to do this?" he asked. "Don't tell me you never doubted. We've all doubted since we found out about the machines: which was real and which was the Dream? How did you decide to risk this?" It couldn't be true. Yet— Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and transferred from my personnel job at the plant? would employ such a jagged broadsword for prying in his bureaucratic majesty. "I've always thought," I said, "that it would be a good idea to show projecting officials into the Dream and letting them talk with the prisoners might be a more effective form of investigation than mere I had to get more out of him, some proof, some clue beyond the preposterous announcement he had made. I held onto the sides of my desk to keep from diving over and teaching him to change his concept of humor. He could express himself much better in his Dream. He had been Abraham only knew that if in his delirium he could gain Dreamland once more, he could get back to the hard realities of dealing with the problems of Reconstruction. I was only a figment of his unfocused imagination, but he was playing the game with uncompromising logic, trusting that even madness had hard and tight rules behind it. There was also something else I admired about the plan. It could work. Once he fed that document to the archives, I would be obligated to help him even without the gun. My word would probably be taken that I had been forced to do it at gunpoint, but there would always be doubts, enough to wreck my career when it came time for promotion. This had to be some kind of test. But a test for what? was only a Dream, was it a test to see if I was morally I had banked on that, hadn't I, when I made my move? Or did I? Wasn't it perhaps a matter of knowing that all of it wasn't real and couldn't let me come to any real harm? I had been suspiciously brave, disarming a dedicated maniac. With only an hour to spare for gym a day, on you to make you, and that makes him eligible. He couldn't lose, Warden. No, sir, he had it made." My answer to Keller was forming, building up in my jaw muscles, but I before. The problem of what to do with Keller wasn't particularly atypical of the ones I had to solve daily and I wasn't going to let that worry me. Much. such awesome talents and qualities as to be exempt from the laws of lesser men. or if some important project was falling apart without his help, but The relatives and legal talent were spaced with hungry-eyed mystics Few of them ever got that crazy. Paulson shifted uneasily. "No, sir. For his money. I needed some extra cash and I was stronger than he was, so why shouldn't I take it?" I examined the projection of his file. He was an embezzler, not a violent man. He had served his time and been released. Conceivably he Pinkerton, the detective. It was exciting. A lot more exciting than the kind of life I lead." "But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my I whistled. "What did they nail him on?" "Misuse of authority." had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his from the Committee. His job was so hypersensitive that if every transgression earned dismissal, no one could hold the position more than a day. Even with the best intentions, mistakes can be taken for me out of executing this sentence by what you told me this morning?" I couldn't follow his reasoning. Just how making me think my life was only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I couldn't see. I was stymied for an instant. I had expected him to say that I must know that he was incapable of committing such an error and I must pardon him despite the misguided rulings of the courts. Then I thought I couldn't figure him. Coleman had wealth and power as a councilman in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a There seemed to be no point or profit in what he had told me that morning, nothing in it for him. Unless— Unless what he said was literally true. I said, "is a difficult decision for me, sir. Would you make yourself "Yes, sir." I sat down beside him and looked earnestly into his twitching face. "But I know you have always believed in the occult." He nodded slowly. "I have from—and this advanced science has fallen into the hands of a He didn't understand Lincoln's beliefs very well, but I pretended to He chuckled. "Many of my countrymen share his convictions." who will pretend to be something he isn't. You must pretend to believe in what he claims to be, and convince him of your high intelligence, long, thin legs stretched out in front of him, staring dismally into the gloom of the room. No wonder he found reality so boring and shock I know only a fine analytical mind like yours could stand. You think your life as the great detective was only a Dream induced by some were

<question>:
How did the narrator get into his profession?

<options>:
A He took up the job for the pay
B He was elected a Council member by the public
C He is experiencing a Dream that he holds the profession, but we don’t know what his real profession was
D It’s never completely explained how he got into it

<answer>:

D