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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I'm beginning to see this thing a little clearer. Joan, what we've got here is a one-shot gamble right?" "In effect," she said cautiously. "And it's my guess that we're never going to get the answer by diving for it—not in time, anyhow. ("One-Shot") Braun was in the city that particular week end for Braun. For one thing, he had brought his anything from the prob series, Clark? I thought not. On a one-shot gamble of this kind, the 'laws' of chance are no good at all. For that matter, the random tables is full of holes—and that a man with a feeling for the essence of a gamble can make a monkey out of chance almost at will. "And if there ever was such a man, Braun is it. That's why I asked all its facts backwards, entering the tale at the pay-off, working back to and—play a hunch." "You're out of your mind," Anderton said. that their plotting has already been done for them—but it's inherent in ignore the judgment. It was Braun the messenger had been fast, and the gambler hadn't bothered to read what a college student had thought of him fifteen years ago. He came as thought of Braun when the news spring despite his age. His clothing was as far from that of a gambler as you could have taken it by design: a black double-breasted suit with a thin vertical stripe, a gray casualness. It was only when he opened his mouth that One-Shot Braun was in the suit with him. Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went "Let us do the guessing, Monig. All right, maybe it's got a clockwork fuse that didn't break with the impact. stymied. This is a long shot, Mr. Braun. One throw of the dice—one too much, in my estimation. Some day the job will come along that we can't handle, and then Washington will be kicking itself—or, more likely, some scapegoat—for "Why not?" kind of thing," he said. "Look, I never in my life run odds on anything that made any difference. But this makes a difference. If I guess wrong—" "It ain't my Braun wiped his face. "No. You That's why it's no good. On things that matter to me, my hunches don't I looked up at Braun. He was "Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as do it any other way. And if you guess wrong, the outcome won't be any worse than if you don't try at all." Braun's face was a death mask. Droplets of sweat began to form along Braun's forehead and his upper Slowly, Braun opened his eyes. the hook, and winding up with a a bulldog than usual, was setting his stopwatch by one of the eight clocks on ULTIMAC's face. "Want me to Braun. If it isn't already too late—" have Joan do it for the moment." I passed the mike to her. "You'd better run a probability series first." "What d'you mean, 'wait a minute'? city first of all! No matter whether Or maybe the Commies didn't care whether the crew was exposed or not. that sets it off—" "It won't go off. That's the one thing you can be sure it won't do." "And what's this deadline stuff, anyhow?" "The cap's off," Monig reported. to look at that lump on the screen But it hasn't got a fuse. Now how could they have made a fool mistake like that?" "In other words, it's a dud," Joan said. "That's right, a dud." Now, at last, Braun wiped his face, to duck out just like that? Remember, the chance on it's not being an egg!" hunches don't work on stuff like this." Dr. Harris, we've got to evacuate the let an opportunity like this slip. It was too good a chance for us to Or they may want to start a panic for some other reason, any one of fifty possible reasons." "You can't take such a gamble," he said grimly. "There are eight and a half million lives riding on it. I test how our facilities would stand "Actually, you see, your hunch was right on the button as far as it went. We didn't ask you whether or not The expression on Braun's face known Braun, briefly and to no decision—except that, since his eyes were open, I could see that it was directed at me. "If this was the old days," he said in an ice-cold voice, "I might of made the colonel's idea come true. I don't go for tricks like this, Andy." put in. "You'll remember we had a deadline on the test, Mr. Braun. Obviously, in a real drop we wouldn't have all the time in the world For some reason, he had been amused by the brash youngster who'd barged in on him and demanded the lowdown, with all the attendant risk that that was exactly what the enemy wanted us to do." Braun was in the city over the week in the waterfront, for he'd gone respectable with a vengeance. He was still a professional gambler, and according to what he had told the Congressional Investigating Committee we'd never risk it. That we did do it in the test was a concession gambles were no longer concentrated on horses, the numbers, or shady insurance deals. Nowadays what he did of failure—an admission that the one-shot gamble was the one thing that bailed us out this time. Next time it may save eight million lives." to have you here, as an active part of our investigation. Your intuition for the final clinical note in a case history. "It's funny," he said, "I was thinking of running for Congress "With personalities like that, respectability is a disease," she told me. "There's always an almost-open conflict between the desire to be powerful but people like Braun are damned with a conscience, and sooner or later they crack trying to appease it." "I'd sooner try to crack a Timkin "That's investment," I said. "That's his business." "Peter, you're only looking at the surface. His real investments almost never fail. But the plays he backs always do. They have to he's sinking money in them to appease his conscience, and if they were to succeed it would double his guilt instead of salving it. It's the same way with the young actresses. He's not sexually interested in them—his type never is, because living a rigidly orthodox "It doesn't seem like a very satisfactory substitute." "Of course it isn't," Joan had said. "The next thing he'll do is go in for direct public service—giving money for Braun was an entry into politics I hated to think what Braun's career might tell me about my own motives, if I'd let it. —or did it? I kept remembering Anderton's challenge: "You can't take such a gamble. There are eight and a half million lives riding on it—" That put it up into Braun's like most uneducated, power-driven men, he had a memory as good as any machine's. although he was in his seventies now. "You promised you would." "Kids don't keep their promises as well as they should," I said. "But Braun chuckled. "I still know a angle?" "That I can't tell you over the phone. But it's the biggest gamble there ever was, and I think we need Braun." to Braun without stopping to breathe was sitting by the big desk, clenching his fists and sweating his whole posture telegraphed his controlled One-Shot Braun?" to bring him in. I don't think we'll lick this project before deadline without him." "What good is a professional gambler on a job like this? He'll just get in the way." I looked toward the television

<question>:
Braun sweats with anxiety. What makes this gamble different from other gambles?

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A He is too old and lost his hunches.
B The stakes are too high because his family is at risk.
C He doesn't have enough information.
D He doesn't like to gamble in a time crunch.

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B