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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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 had heard everything already. Doran whistled. only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian "That's about all, so far," confessed Matheny. "Perhaps a con is our Peri narrowed her silver-blue gaze and looked icily at him. "You must have heard wrong, Gus. He's the heir apparent of Indonesia, Inc., 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!" "I may be able to find the man you want," said Doran. "I just may. It will take a few days and might get a little expensive." "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 have experience otherwise with a small nephew, I would say this will be "Sure. You and Sam Wendt handle the routine. I will take the go-between angle, so he will think of me as still his friend, because I have other plans for him too. But if we can't shake a million out of him for this one night's work, there is something akilter. And your share of a awful headache and can't see Mr. Sastro tonight. Where you at, Gus?" The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected. "Well—recruiting." The official patted his comfortable stomach, iridescent in neolon, and chuckled patronizingly. "I am afraid, sir, you won't find many people hire——uh, I mean engage—an, an advisor. We're not businessmen. We know our export trade hasn't a chance among all your corporations well. Thanks. Good-by." temperature wasn't too far below zero. Why did they tap me for this job? he asked himself in a surge of homesickness. in awe. "You sure the wires can carry that much voltage?" idea—but still he was at ease only with his books and his chess and his mineral collection, a faculty poker party on Tenthday night and an "Well, hurry up with whatever it is," snapped Peri. "I got a date occasional trip to Swindletown— here I am, one solitary outlander in the greatest commercial empire the human race has ever seen, and I'm supposed to find my planet a con man! "I'll say you do! With a Martian!" who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge more, he would have been among people he understood. The frightful thing about the Earthman was the way he seemed to exist only in organized masses. A gypsy snake oil peddler, plodding against, say, the Grant, Harding &amp She explained. He bought a few hundred-dollar tokens, dropped a fifty-buck coin down a slot marked CONTRIBUTIONS, and sipped the 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 congregation really noticed him. Then it was with awe. The first few feel. He got a seven. The dice had not been substituted on him. "Yes. Yes, I am. M-my name's Peter Matheny. I, I—" He stuck out his "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." appreciated me for it!" He winked and nudged. He felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to commercials about how sophisticated people like it so much." "Well, I'll be a socialist creeper!" Doran's face split in a grin. "You know, all my life I've hated the stuff and never dared admit it!" He malcontents, oddballs who happen to prefer elbow room and a bill of liberties to the incorporated state—what could General Nucleonics Doran shrugged, dialed the dispenser and fed it coins. "This is a real interesting talk, Pete," he said. "You are being very frank with me. I like a man that is frank." Matheny shrugged. "I haven't told you anything that isn't known to instance. But, in principle, I have told him the truth, told him of our how to dodge the tax bite and—and—well, you see how it goes, that sort of, uh, thing." Matheny felt his eloquence running down and grabbed for the second bottle of beer. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Pete," said Doran, "but while that is not 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." Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange some contacts.... friendship ... well, anyhow, let's not talk business now. If you have Mars really needs, get me?—is a confidence man." "A what?" "The best and slickest one on Earth, to operate a world-size con game for us and make us some real money." "Con man? Oh. A slipstring." "A con by any other name," said Matheny, pouring down an akvavit. Doran squinted through cigarette smoke. "You are interesting me strangely, my friend. Say on." 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." him Oh, well , he thought, if I succeed in this job, no one at home will quibble. 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 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." "Forget that. Please. I spoke out of turn." "Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And "I am not that man," he said frankly. "But in my line I get a lot of want to say yes, immediately, without reservations. And therefore maybe he became overcautious. They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must. "I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea," he instant's hesitation. "I shall never reveal to any person unauthorized by yourself whatever you may tell me under security, now or at any other time," he recited. Then, cheerfully: "And that formula, Pete, happens to be the Maybe I can help you. I like you, Pete, damn if I don't. And, sure, I might stand to get an agent's cut, if I arrange—Go ahead, boy, go "Oh, it's simple enough," said Matheny. "It's only that we already are operating con games." "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?"

<question>:
How does Peter feel towards Gus through the story?

<options>:
A He feels like a student to Gus
B Skeptical, appreciative, friendly
C He feels he has an advantage
D Conspiratorial, he cons Gus with a friendly act

<answer>:

B