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

<passage>:
"Oh, that. Sure, I remember—Hey! You didn't!" "Yes. We made about a billion dollars on that one." "I will be double damned. You know, Pete, I sent her a hundred-buck he would get into trouble. But that was nothing compared to the trouble he would be in if he did not get into trouble! The visiphone chimed when Peri had just gotten into her dinner gown. She peeled it off again and slipped on a casual bathrobe: a wisp of had it been the chairman of the board?—back several thousand dollars. Then she pulled a lock of lion-colored hair down over one eye, checked with a mirror, rumpled it a tiny bit more and wrapped the robe loosely on top and tight around the hips. After all, some of the men who knew her private number were important. she said automatically. "So sorry to keep you waiting. I was just taking a bath and—Oh. It's you." Gus Doran's prawnlike eyes popped at her. "Holy Success," he whispered in awe. "You sure the wires can carry that much voltage?" "Well, hurry up with whatever it is," snapped Peri. "I got a date "That's about all, so far," confessed Matheny. "Perhaps a con is our that's who, and if you called up to ask for a piece of him, you can just blank right out again. I saw him first!" "You mean.... Mr. Doran—Gus—you could actually—" "I cannot promise anything yet except that I will try. Now you finish dressing. I will be down in the bar. And I will call up this girl I know. We deserve a celebration!" "So? Since when has all Mars had as much spending money as one big-time Doran's thin sharp face grinned. "You break that date, Peri. Put it off "Sure, sure. But how much are those boys going to spend on any girl, Peri's peaches-and-cream countenance began to resemble peaches and "Is five hundred thousand flat," said Peri. "Too bad I just got an "Thanks," said Matheny, "but, you see, I—we need—that is.... Oh, he thought wildly. Why did they tap me for this job? he asked himself in a surge of homesickness. the spaceport would pneumo his baggage to him The city roared at him. He fumbled after his pipe. Of course , he told himself, Matheny puffed smoke and looked around. His feet ached from the weight of rooms beyond was dim, Gothic, interminable. "Get your chips right here, sir," said the girl in the booth. "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 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 "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." "You did all right, brother," said a middle-aged lady with an obviously surgical bodice. shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears. "You forgot your chips, pal," said a voice. "Oh. Thanks. Thanks ever so much. I, I, that is—" Matheny cursed forgot this was a church. Never mind the chips. No, please. I just want to g-g-get the hell out of here." "Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft." Matheny sighed. "A drink is what I need the very most." "My name's Doran. Gus Doran. Call me Gus." They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what "We can't afford it," said Matheny. "What with gravitation and appreciated me for it!" He winked and nudged. "I do know," said Matheny. "But we're poor—a handful of people trying and supplies—which can only be paid for in Earth dollars—and we can't export enough to Earth to earn those dollars." By that time, they were entering the Paul Bunyan Knotty Pine Bar &amp Grill, on the 73rd Level. Matheny's jaw clanked down. "Whassa matter?" asked Doran. "Ain't you ever seen a ecdysiastic Matheny followed Doran past a sign announcing that this show was for Again, though, local income taxes took most of the money "It was our mainstay," admitted Matheny, "but it's been overworked. to, well, attract capital from Earth?" hope to get from Mars?" "I see. Well, what are you having to drink?" "Beer," said Matheny without hesitation. "Huh? Look, pal, this is on me." Matheny shrugged. "I haven't told you anything that isn't known to 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 York. Plus his retirement benefits, which he would lose if he quit "I could offer a certain amount of, uh, lagniappe," said Matheny. "That is, well, I can draw up to a hundred megabucks myself for, uh, expenses and, well ... let me buy you a drink!" Doran's black eyes frogged at him. "You might at that," said the Earthman very softly. "Yes, you might at that." friendship ... well, anyhow, let's not talk business now. If you have got to stick to beer, Pete, make it a chaser to akvavit. What is akvavit? Well, I will just take and show you." A hell of a good bloke. He knew some very funny stories, too, and he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a "The best and slickest one on Earth, to operate a world-size con game "A con by any other name," said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit. odd quality. "No, sorry, Gus," he said. "I spoke too much." "Okay. Forget it. I do not like a man that pries. But look, let's bomb out of here, how about it? Go have a little fun." "By all means." Matheny disposed of his last beer. "I could use some gaiety." "You have come to the right town then. But let us get you a hotel room ." The drop down to cab-ramp level and the short ride afterward sobered him 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 His tongue got stuck on his palate. He pulled it loose and moistened uncertain lips. she?" "Well—well, no. I guess not No." you buy from Schwartzherz. Everybody knows he is expensive." While Matheny jittered about, shaving and showering and struggling with his new raiment, Doran kept him supplied with akvavit and beer. "You said one thing, Pete," Doran remarked. "About needing a slipstring. A con man, you would call it." "What? But—but—" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that "I will be clopped! Good for you!" Doran blew up in laughter. "That is one thing I would never spill, even without security. I told you about my girl friend, didn't I?" "Yes, and that calls to mind the Little Girl," said Matheny

<question>:
How did Peri help con Matheny out of his expense money?

<options>:
A We never find out for sure
B She went to dinner with him instead of Sastro
C She wore a wispy robe
D She got him drunk in the bar

<answer>:

A