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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gutted, and that the plant could never go back into production. Conflicting scuttlebutt suggested that persons high in uniondom had perpetrated the crisis deliberately, bullying Management into the strike for the sole purpose of cutting current dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came "Well? Speak up! What's the beef this time?" "Sir—the men—I mean, there's been some nasty talk. They're tired of making trash cans. No challenge in it. Anyway, part many times, squaring his thin shoulders, looking the union boss straight in the eye and saying, "Now, see here, Torkleson—" But he knew, when the showdown came, that he wouldn't say any such thing. And "I'm not an unreasonable man," Torkleson was saying miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and forth in front of the spokesmen for the striking managers. "Perhaps we were a little demanding, I concede it! Overenthusiastic with our ownership, and all that. But I'm sure we Maybe his secretary's two neurones would fail to synapse this morning, and she'd lose them altogether. And, as long as he was dreaming, maybe Bailey would break his neck on the way Torkleson sat down, his heavy cheeks quivering. "Gentlemen, be reasonable! I can guarantee you your jobs, even give "The board meeting," Walter said gently. "That'll be enough for us." The union boss swore and slammed his fist on the desk. "Walk out in front of those men after what you've done? You're fools! Well, I've given you your chance. You'll get your board demerit." Walter sighed and shuffled back to his desk. Oh, well. It could have been worse. They might have fired him like poor Cartwright last month. He'd just have to the stage, and hanging from the rafters. They overflowed into the corridors. They jammed the lobby. Ten thousand men rose with a howl of anger when Walter Towne walked out on the stage. But they quieted down again as Dan Torkleson Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone desire in mind, my friends, to starve you all, and to destroy your company and your jobs. To every appeal they heartlessly refused to divulge the key to the lock-in. And now this man—the ringleader who keeps the key word buried in secrecy—has the temerity to ask an audience with you. You're angry men you want to know the man to blame for our hardship." Do what you want with him." The hall exploded in angry thunder. The first wave of men rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed The men stared at him, shuffling, a murmur rising. Torkleson burst to his feet. "It's a trick!" he howled. "Wait 'til you hear their price." "We have no price, and no demands," said Walter Towne. "We will give well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant He swung around to point a long finger at the fat man sitting there. "The code word is TORKLESON!" Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies we had to cancel them. If you had let me manage the company the way it should have been run—" Torkleson had been slowly turning purple. Now he slammed his fist down on the desk. "We should just turn the company back to Management again, eh? Just let you have a free hand Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands weakly. "What do you want?" he asked. It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had and battled, and pleaded, and lost. He had watched the company deteriorate day by day. Now they blamed him, and threatened his job, and he was helpless to do anything about it. He stared at the machines, clicking busily against the wall. Not quite. Not if the others could see it, go along with it. It was a repugnant idea. But there was one thing they could do that even Torkleson and his fat-jowled crew would understand. They could go on strike. "It's ridiculous," the lawyer spluttered, staring at the circle of men in the room. "How can I give you an opinion on the striking against its own labor. It—it isn't done. Oh, there have been lockouts, but this isn't the same thing at all." Walter nodded. "Well, we couldn't very well lock the men out, they own the plant. We were thinking more of a lock- in anything, Walter? They wouldn't be watching the house?" Union Stockholders. All he'd need to do is ask for managers, and a dozen companies would throw them to him on loan. They'd be able to figure out the machine system and take over Walter turned on him sharply. "For new contracts. Contracts "He'll never go along." "Then he'll be left behind." Headlines screamed: MANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES OFFICE STRIKERS THREATEN LABOR ECONOMY ROBLING LOCK-IN CREATES PANDEMONIUM There was a long, indignant statement from Daniel P. that "the instigators of this unprecedented crime be permanently barred from positions in American Industry." have been at it since yesterday afternoon. Practically had the machines apart on the floor." "I know that, stupid," Torkleson roared. "I ordered them there. Did they get the machines fixed "Wait until I get O'Gilvy on the phone." "It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike." The door burst open, and a lawyer stuck his head in. "What about those injunctions, Dan?" "Get them moving," Torkleson howled. "They'll start those machines again, or I'll have them in jail so fast—" He turned back to Bailey. "What about the production lines?" out of the union." He started for the door. "What were the But the machines continued to buzz and sputter. The workers grew restive. From the first day, Towne and Hendricks and all the others had been picketing the plant, until angry crowds of workers had driven them off with shotguns. robling titanium unfair to management . Tomatoes were hurled, fists were shaken, but the 'copter The third day, Jeff Bates was served with an injunction ordering Towne to return to work. It was duly appealed, legal machinery began tying itself in knots, and the strikers still struck. By the fifth day there was a more serious note. "You're going to have to appear, Walter. We can't dodge Torkleson's getting desperate. The workers are putting pressure on him." Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the charges were read: "—breach of contract, malicious mischief, sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the livelihood of ten thousand workers. Your Honor, we are preparing were sabotaged, we will be happy to formally withdraw these charges." There was a rustle of sound through the courtroom. His The union lawyer dropped his glasses on the table with a leave me no alternative—" "—but to send me to jail," said Walter Towne. "Go ahead. Send me to jail. In fact, I insist upon going to jail." The union lawyer's jaw sagged. There was a hurried conference. "Objection," Bates exclaimed. "We've already pleaded."

<question>:
Why did the union's lawyer not want Walter to go to jail?

<options>:
A No one would be able to unlock the machines
B The laborers were beginning to side with Walter
C The media would make the union look very bad if they did so
D They simply wanted to fire him, not imprison him

<answer>:

A