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

<passage>:
Illustrated by Gaughan [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of Tomorrow June 1963 "What outfit did you say you were with?" Dan asked. "What do you want with me?" Earth ... is this what is going to happen? I Clyde W. Snithian was a bald eagle of a man, dark-eyed, pot-bellied, with the large, expressive hands of a rug merchant. Round-shouldered travel-stained six foot one. "Kelly here tells me you've been demanding to see me." He nodded toward into Dan like hot pokers. "Of course not," Snithian shrilled. "Why should I post a man in the vault? It's under constant surveillance from the corridor outside." "Another idiotic scheme to waste my money," Snithian snapped. "I've "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 Just how cheap would you work?" "A hundred dollars a week," Dan said promptly. "Plus expenses," he an arm-chair, a bookshelf and a small table set with paper plates, plastic utensils and a portable radio—all hastily installed at Kelly's He finished his sandwich, went to the shelves and pulled down one of the brown-paper bundles. Loosening the string binding the package, he slid a painting into view. It was a gaily colored view of an open-air cafe, with a group of men and women in gay-ninetyish costumes gathered at a table. He seemed to remember reading something about it in a Eight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly Hopelessly corny. What about: Welcome to the Twentieth Century.... the stacked shelves. "Looks like the old boy's been doing all right," the shorter man said. "Fathead's gonna be pleased." The thin man opened a package, glanced at a painting. "Ah, magnificent. Almost the equal of Picasso in his puce period." Manny shuffled through the other pictures in the stack. "Like always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames." popular with the sparrows." "Manny, sometimes I think your aspirations—" "Whatta ya talkin? I use a roll-on." Manny, turning to place a painting in the cage, stopped dead as he caught sight of Dan. The painting "Wait a minute!" Dan shouted. "I'd like to make a deal with you the time machine." "We'll send for you," Dan said. "Let's go, Fiorello." The balding man snatched suddenly for the gun. Dan wrestled with him. another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed and long legs, neatly curved. She wore shorts and carried a tennis racquet in her left hand and an apple in her right. Her back to Dan and the cage, she tossed the racquet on a table, took a bite of the apple, up— Dan jabbed at a lever. The cage shot back through the wall. He was in a plain room with a depression in the floor, a wide window with a planter filled with glowing blue plants— With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at a simple brown-painted office, dimly lit by sunlight filtered through elaborate venetian blinds. There were posters on the wall, a potted plant by the door, a heap of framed paintings beside it, and at the far side of the room a desk. And behind the desk—Something. II Dan gaped at a head the size of a beachball, mounted on a torso like a hundred-gallon bag of water. Two large brown eyes blinked at him from points eight inches apart. Immense hands with too many fingers unfolded Dan shook his head. He was staring at the posters. His eyes, accustoming themselves to the gloom of the office, could now make out the vividly drawn outline of a creature resembling an alligator-headed giraffe rearing up above scarlet foliage. The next poster showed a face similar to the beachball behind the desk, with red circles painted around the eyes. The next was a view of a yellow volcano spouting fire into a black sky. "Too bad." The words seemed to come from under the desk. Dan squinted, caught a glimpse of coiled purplish tentacles. He gulped and looked up 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 "No, thanks." "If you don't mind, I believe I'll have a Big Orange." The Vorplischer swiveled to a small refrigerator, removed an immense bottle fitted with a nipple and turned back to Dan. "Now, I got a proposition which may be "You mean you want me to take over operating the time machine?" "Time machine?" The brown eyes blinked alternately. "I fear some "Time machine," the voice repeated. "Some sort of chronometer, perhaps?" The beachball head leaned forward interestedly. "Clue me, Dan. What's a time machine?" "Well, it's what you use to travel through time." you were capable of that sort of thing." The immense head leaned back, the wide mouth opening and closing rapidly. "And to think I've been spinning my wheels collecting primitive 2-D art!" "But—don't you have a time machine? I mean, isn't that one?" introduce myself and explain my mission here. I'm Blote, Trader Fourth to be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just "You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan," Blote said. "You that everyone has. Now—" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—"I'll make a deal with you, Dan. You'll secure a small time machine in good condition for me. And in return—" with a time machine?" Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. "I dislike pointing it out, The Vegan flexed all eighteen fingers, drummed his tentacles under the desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan. got the basis of a sweet deal. You supply the machine, and I fix you up should say. What about it, Dan?" "Ah, let me see," Dan temporized. "Time machine. Time machine—" "Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan," Blote rumbled ominously. Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it. "Time, time. Let's see...." He brightened. "Time, Incorporated "Both," Dan said. "I'll just nip over and—" "That won't be necessary, Dan," Blote said. "I'll accompany you." He Blote moved a lever. The familiar blue glow sprang up. "Kindly direct me, Dan," Blote demanded. "Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you Faint outlines of buildings, like faded negatives, spread below. Dan looked around, spotted lettering on a square five-story structure. "Over there," he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped "Better let me take over now," Dan suggested. "I want to be sure to they do time...." He tugged at a lever suddenly Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a pop! like a flashbulb exploding. Dan stared from the seat at an iridescent rectangle which hung suspended near the carrier. Its surface rippled, faded to blankness. In a swirl of frosty air, a tall figure dressed in a red-brown hair, the strange long-heeled feet in soft boots. A neat pillbox cap with a short visor was strapped low over the deep-set

<question>:
In exchange for a time machine, Blote offers Dan what?

<options>:
A His favorite tin used to store peanuts.
B Money.
C Original paintings.
D A poster of an alligator-headed giraffe.

<answer>:

B