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

<passage>:
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 in a loose cloak, he blinked small reddish eyes at Dan Slane's travel-stained six foot one. unguarded." "Now, wait a minute—" Kelly started. "What's that?" Snithian cut in. "You have a hundred and fifty men guarding the house and grounds day and night—" "Two hundred and twenty-five," Kelly snapped. "—but no one at all in the vault with the paintings," Slane finished. "Of course not," Snithian shrilled. "Why should I post a man in the Just how cheap would you work?" "A hundred dollars a week," Dan said promptly. "Plus expenses," he added. operated. He finished his sandwich, went to the shelves and pulled down one of the brown-paper bundles. Loosening the string binding the package, he So far, so good, he reflected, stretching out. When they showed up, he'd have to handle everything just right. If he scared them off there'd be no second chance. He would have lost his crack at—whatever his discovery might mean to him. The apparition was an open-work cage—about the size and shape of an out-house minus the sheathing, Dan estimated breathlessly. Two figures moved jerkily, settling toward the floor. Long blue sparks jumped, crackling, to span the closing gap with a grate of metal, the cage settled against the floor. The spectral men reached for ghostly switches.... a cluster of levers in a console before the two seats. And the thieves looked ordinary enough: Two men in gray coveralls, one slender and balding, the other shorter and round-faced. Neither of them noticed table, twiddled a knob. A warm light sprang up. The visitors looked at the stacked shelves. "Looks like the old boy's been doing all right," the shorter man said. "Plenty. Fifteen minutes anyway." The thin man opened a package, glanced at a painting. "Ah, magnificent. Almost the equal of Picasso in his puce period." "Like always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames." Manny looked. "Yeah, nice use of values," he conceded. "But I still prefer nood dames, Fiorello." "Manny, sometimes I think your aspirations—" "Oh-oh," Manny said. "A double-cross." "I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen," Dan said. "I—" "I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand," Manny whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. "Let's blow, Fiorello." "Wait a minute," Dan said. "Before you do anything hasty—" "Never mind, Manny," Fiorello cut in. "It appears there's been a leak." "Look, Fiorello," Manny said. "You chin if you want to "Don't act hastily, Manny. You know where you'll end." Fiorello. "Listen, I figured out—" "Pretty clever!" Kelly's voice barked. "Inside job. But it takes more than the likes of you to out-fox an old-timer like Eddie Kelly." "Perhaps you were right, Manny," Fiorello said. "Complications are "What about this ginzo?" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. "He's on to you?" "You can't go, my dear fellow," Fiorello said. "Room for two, no more." aimed it at Manny. "You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in "Are you nuts?" Manny demanded. "I'm flattered, dear boy," Fiorello said, "but—" the cage beside Fiorello. Fiorello's elbow caught him in the mouth. Manny staggered back "Manny!" Fiorello released his grip on Dan, lunged to aid his companion. Kelly passed Manny to one of three cops crowding in on his Hastily he reversed the control. Operating a time machine was tricky business. One little slip, and the Slane molecules would be squeezing in among brick and mortar particles.... It couldn't be too hard. He'd take it slowly, figure out the black. They looked, Dan decided, like ordinary circuit-breaker type knife-switches. In fact, the whole apparatus had the appearance of something thrown together hastily from common materials. Still, it worked. So far he had only found the controls for maneuvering in the usual three dimensions, but the time switch was bound to be here somewhere.... a few moments of peace and quiet in which to figure out the controls. He moved a lever. The cage drifted smoothly sideways, sliced through over eighteen, Dan thought—as nearly as he could tell with the blue light playing around her face. She had long hair tied with a ribbon, 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, twenty feet above a clipped lawn. He looked at the levers. Wasn't it the first one in line that moved the fifteen stories high. He was headed dead for it— He covered his ears, braced himself— 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 and reached to open a brown paper carton, dip in, then toss three peanuts, deliberately, one by one, into a gaping mouth that opened just "What happened to Manny and Fiorello?" a nipple and turned back to Dan. "Now, I got a proposition which may be of some interest to you. The loss of Manny and Fiorello is a serious blow, but we may yet recoup the situation. You made the scene at a most "Huh?" "I pride myself on my command of the local idiom, yet I confess the implied concept snows me." The nine-fingered hands folded on the desk. 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!" machines. A fascinating concept! My superiors will be delighted at could reach the machine and try a getaway— "I hope you're not thinking of leaving suddenly," the beachball said, following Dan's glance. One of the eighteen fingers touched a six-inch yellow cylinder lying on the desk. "Until the carrier is fueled, I'm afraid it's quite useless. But, to put you in the picture, I'd best "But the way Manny and Fiorello came sailing in through the wall! That Kelly would have a warm welcome for you. And, of course, I myself would deal rather harshly with any attempt on your part to take a powder." The Vegan flexed all eighteen fingers, drummed his tentacles under the desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan. "Whereas, on the other hand," Blote's bass voice went on, "you and me me, Dan," Blote demanded. "Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you said." figures loomed beside the cage. Dan cut the switch. If he'd guessed wrong— reached for the controls— There was a sudden chill in the air. The bright surface of the dials Dan gaped at the small rounded head, the dark-skinned long-nosed face, the long, muscular arms, the hands, their backs tufted with curly 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>:
What was unique about Manny and Fiorello’s boss?

<options>:
A He was an octopus.
B He had the head of an alligator and the body of a giraffe.
C He was an art collector.
D He had eighteen fingers.

<answer>:

D