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

<passage>:
suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order! It had been a bad day I had forgotten to wind the alarm clock, so I'd tropical downpour. I would have turned back, but a taxi came up and a just in time to miss the local. After an abnormal delay, I got one While I looked, a big lump of it fell away, and for an instant I was There was a faint bang and the thing disintegrated. It knocked him on spitballing" eight times, and another Madison Avenue favorite, "The whole ball of wax," twelve times. However, my story had been accepted without change because nobody had noticed my absence from the apartment house we live in, the cop on the afternoon beat was standing there talking to the doorman. He said, "Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it at your office building." I looked blank and he explained, "We just heard it a little while ago: all six elevators in your building jammed just missed it," I said, and went on in. other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and reasons she supposes. There, I thought to myself, is that one chance in a million we hear muggy heat, but nothing came. I went back and read the whole chapter Damn the heat, damn the pencil, damn Madison Avenue and advertising. they seemed to bunch up together. By some curious chance, they all My speculations about this peculiar aerial traffic accident were impulse to stay and beat him up. His face was furiously red and he looked stunned. "Here!" he said, holding out a deck of cards, "For Pete's sake, look at 'em yourselves if you think they're marked!" The nearest man struck them up from his hand. "Okay, Houdini! So they're not marked! All I know is five straight...." His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence, got in and were taken down. My friend stood looking at the neatly arranged cards. "Judas!" he said, and started to pick them up. "Will you look at that! My God, what a session...." I helped him and said to come in for a drink and tell me all about it, "Never seen anything to equal it," he said. "Wouldn't have believed my deal. Brother! Straight flush to the king—every time! And each time, somebody else has four aces...." He started to sweat again, so I got up to fix him another drink. There was one quart of club soda left, but when I tried to open it, the top what must have been a wet bag, because as he handed them to me over the top of the cold-meat display, the bottom gave and they fell onto the I was getting used to miracles. We left the proprietor with his mouth its rear end lightly flipping the front of one of those small foreign cars, which was going rather fast. It turned sideways and, without any Danny was furious—more so when he tried to put through a call to his station house from the box opposite. It was out of order. was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter "Well," McGill said, "nothing you've told me is impossible or supernatural. Just very, very improbable. In fact, the odds against that poker game alone would lead me to suspect Nat, well as I know him. It's all those other things...." what I'm going to say. What you have told me is so impossibly unlikely, and the odds against it so astronomical, that I must take the view that He thought for a tense minute and snapped his fingers. "Have you any could have prearranged it, if my dim provisional theory is right, that handful of coins from his own pocket and threw them. These coins didn't stack. They just fell into an exactly straight line, the adjacent ones touching. "Well," I said, "what more do you want?" "Great Scott," he said, and sat down. "I suppose you know that against it. Or you might say it is certainly not an accidental He shook his head. "No. All I mean is that improbable things usually I don't say to myself, 'Here's a miracle.' I revise my version of the electrical storm. Something has it in for me!" McGill grinned. "Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be anthropomorphic." "On what basis? All we know for certain is that random motions are non-random arrangement of particles.... I wonder." He had a faraway, "Let's go out and eat," I said, "There's not a damn thing in the excuses and threats. Danny appeared at that moment. His face was dripping. "You all right, Mr. Graham?" he asked. "I don't know what's going on around here, but ever since I came on this afternoon, things are going crazy. Bartley!" he shouted—he could succeed as a hog-caller. "Bring those dames over Then I caught Danny's eye. It had a thoughtful, almost suspicious cast to it. "Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham," was all he said. "Well," McGill said, "I'm trying to think of anything else it might be. something like an overactive poltergeist?" "Magnetism?" non-random pattern. In this case, it's rearranging random motions and everything that's happened can all be described as improbable motions The doorbell rang. We were not surprised to find it was the telephone repairman. He took the set apart and clucked like a hen. "I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister," he said with strong disapproval. McGill went over and they discussed the problem in undertones. Finally the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried to explain to me what had happened with the phone. "You must have joggled something loose. And then you replaced the impulses. Yes, I know how you feel," he said, seeing my expression. "It's beginning to bear down." Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry. "He's got a theory," said Molly. "Come and eat with us and he'll tell you all about it." Since we decided on an air-conditioned restaurant nearby on Sixth "If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham," Danny said, "it's at the station house. What there's left of it, that is." Molly thanked him and there was a short pause, during which I felt happened to have it upside down and all the cigarettes fell out. Before returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold cuts for the man, and vichyssoise, lobster salad and strawberry parfait instead of sugar. I mentioned this and my companions tried theirs, and That is to say he tilted the shaker over the first one, but nothing came out. He bumped it against the side of the bar and tried again. The other bartender gave him a fresh shaker, but the same thing happened, and I saw no more because the customers sitting at the bar kitchen. When he returned, he had madame's vichyssoise and some rolls, the air-conditioner over the door, and as I started to say so, I made a gesture toward it. My hand collided with Molly's when she tapped her cigarette over the ashtray, and the cigarette landed in the neighboring vichyssoise. "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. The fat lady surged from the banquette and slapped me meatily. The man licked his thumb and danced as boxers are popularly supposed to do. The owner of the place, a man with thick black eyebrows, hustled toward us with a determined manner. I tried to explain what had happened, but I was outshouted, and the owner frowned darkly.

<question>:
Which good thing didn't come because of Mr. Graham's strange luck?

<options>:
A Nat got a lead on an exciting new story
B Mr. Graham found inspiration for his book
C his wife came home
D Mr. Graham's neighbor won his poker game

<answer>:

B