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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"What outfit did you say you were with?" Dan asked. "That's right, Mr. Snithian," Dan said. "I believe I can be of great "What's that?" Snithian cut in. "—but no one at all in the vault with the paintings," Slane finished. "Of course not," Snithian shrilled. "Why should I post a man in the vault? It's under constant surveillance from the corridor outside." "There was a special seal on the door. It wasn't broken." "By the saints, he's right," Kelly exclaimed. "Maybe we ought to have a man in that vault." "Another idiotic scheme to waste my money," Snithian snapped. "I've made you responsible for security here, Kelly! Let's have no more nonsense. And throw this nincompoop out!" Snithian turned and stalked away, his cloak flapping at his knees. "I'll work cheap," Dan called after him as Kelly took his arm. "I'm an "Never mind that," Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He turned in at an office and closed the door. "Now, as the old buzzard said, I'm responsible for security here. If those pictures go, my job goes with them. Your vault idea's not bad. It wasn't fancy, but it would do. Phase one of the plan had gone off without a hitch. Basically, his idea was simple. Art collections had been disappearing from closely guarded galleries and homes all over the world. It was obvious that no one could enter a locked vault, remove a stack of large canvases and leave, unnoticed by watchful guards—and leaving the locks undamaged. Yet the paintings were gone. Someone had been in those vaults—someone Snithian collection was the largest west of the Mississippi. With such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the vault—day and night—waiting—he would see for himself how they operated. He went to the wall switch and turned off the lights. The orange glow of the filaments died, leaving only a faint illumination from the night-light over the door. When the thieves arrived, it might give him a momentary advantage if his eyes were adjusted to the dark. He groped his way to the bunk. So far, so good, he reflected, stretching out. When they showed up, he'd have to handle everything just right. If he scared them off there'd be no second chance. He would have lost his crack at—whatever his discovery might mean to him. But he was ready. Let them come. Eight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly No good it lacked spontaneity. The men were rising, their backs to Dan, stepping out of the skeletal frame. In the dim light it now looked like nothing more than a rough frame built of steel pipe, with a cluster of levers in a console before the two seats. And the thieves looked ordinary enough: Two men in gray coveralls, one slender and balding, the other shorter and round-faced. Neither of them noticed Dan, sitting rigid on the cot. The thin man placed a lantern on the in the cage, stopped dead as he caught sight of Dan. The painting "I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen," Dan said. "I—" "I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand," Manny whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. "Let's blow, Fiorello." "Wait a minute," Dan said. "Before you do anything hasty—" "I want to talk to you," Dan insisted. "You see, these paintings—" "Wait a minute!" Dan shouted. "I'd like to make a deal with you Dan looked about wildly. The voice seemed to be issuing from a speaker. "Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!" Dan called. He turned back to Fiorello. "Listen, I figured out—" "Pretty clever!" Kelly's voice barked. "Inside job. But it takes more than the likes of you to out-fox an old-timer like Eddie Kelly." "Perhaps you were right, Manny," Fiorello said. "Complications are arising. We'd best depart with all deliberate haste." He edged toward the cage. "What about this ginzo?" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. "He's on to "Look—I want to go with you!" Dan shouted. "I'll bet you do!" Kelly's voice roared. "One more minute and I'll have the door open and collar the lot of you! Came up through a tunnel, did you?" Dan whirled to the cot, grabbed up the pistol Kelly had supplied. He aimed it at Manny. "You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in the time machine." "Are you nuts?" Manny demanded. "You can't leave me here!" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into the cage beside Fiorello. "We'll send for you," Dan said. "Let's go, Fiorello." The balding man snatched suddenly for the gun. Dan wrestled with him. The pistol fell, bounced on the floor of the cage, skidded into the far corner of the vault. Manny charged, reaching for Dan as he twisted aside in among brick and mortar particles.... But this was no time to be cautious. Things hadn't turned out just the way he'd planned, but after all, this was what he'd wanted—in a way. The time machine was his to command. And if he gave up now and crawled back into the vault, Kelly would gather him in and pin every art theft of the past decade on him. It couldn't be too hard. He'd take it slowly, figure out the waddled to a luminous refrigerator, caught sight of Dan rising slowly another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed cage shot through the wall into the open air and hurtled off with an acceleration that kept him pinned, helpless. He groped for the With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at happen to be aboard the carrier, by the way?" "I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I went for help," Dan finished lamely. "Help? Out of the picture, unfortunately. One must maintain one's to catch a brown eye upon him. Only one. The other seemed to be busily at work studying the ceiling. "Stick around, Dan," the voice rumbled. "How about a drink? I can make a deal with you, Dan. You'll secure a small time machine in good embarrassment exists back at the Snithian residence. I daresay Mr. desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan. "Both," Dan said. "I'll just nip over and—" "That won't be necessary, Dan," Blote said. "I'll accompany you." He "That's right," Dan said, staring through the haziness. "This is where figures loomed beside the cage. Dan cut the switch. If he'd guessed walls, the barred door and— "You!" a hoarse voice bellowed. "Grab him!" someone yelled. Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a lever. He caught a last glimpse of three struggling, blue-lit figures clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide the carrier, then— Dan stepped from the carrier and looked around. Whatever the noise was, it hadn't attracted any attention from the scattered pedestrians in the park. Perhaps it was some sort of burglar alarm. But if so, why hadn't it gone into action earlier? Dan took a deep breath. Sound or no

<question>:
Why did Dan meet with Mr. Snithian?

<options>:
A He wanted to meet and join time travelers.
B He wanted to purchase a time machine.
C He wanted to purchase some art.
D He wanted to catch the thieves.

<answer>:

A