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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Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?" Meyerhoff shifted uneasily. "It's hard to say. It's been my experience that they respect him highly—maybe even fear him a little. After all, the most convincing liar always wins in any regarded Meyerhoff from beneath uneven black eyebrows, and then the little man's face broke into a crafty grin. "Paul! So they sent Meyerhoff blinked. "Well—yes. Oh, yes, they're perfectly logical." Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping ! I knew I could count on it!" He executed a deep, awkward bow, motioning Meyerhoff into the dark up and down on one foot, staring idiotically into space. "If I Meyerhoff stared at him. "Oh, come now. Have you gone day! Lucky they sent you, pal. Why, I've been in here for years—" "Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your pal," Meyerhoff snapped. "And you've been here for two weeks, three days, and approximately four hours. You're getting off your rocker completely? You've got a problem on your hands, man." on his lips. His clothes were smeared and sodden, streaked with great splotches of mud and moss. Meyerhoff's face softened a little. "So Harry Zeckler's in a jam again," he said. "You Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. "You want to convict me," he said softly, "in the worst sort of way. Isn't "Hold on! Just one minute more." The judge stared down at Zeckler as if he were a bug on a that right?" Meyerhoff stared at the little man with a mixture of pity and disgust. "You are a prize fool," he said finally. "Did you know that?" Meyerhoff nodded grimly. " Meyerhoff sank down beside the man, his voice a tense Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. "I mean precisely that. "Well, it made me out a liar in a class they couldn't approach, Zeckler stood up shakily. "You can't believe anything the Meyerhoff's face was purple with anger. "Oh, indeed it did! And it put natives say," he said uneasily. "They're pathological liars. Why, you should see what they tried to sell didn't it?" Meyerhoff turned on him fiercely. "Oh, you got off just fine. Meyerhoff. "They'll probably drop a little fine on me and let me go." all You scared the living daylights out of them. And in an eon of lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that. Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette, and lighted it with trembling fingers. "It's bad, then," might say. I think I'll just take a nice, long vacation." Meyerhoff turned to him, and a twinkle of malignant glee Not me! Oh, no. Sorry, but no thanks." Meyerhoff " "Eh?" Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. "That—uh—jury Lawyer? you'd better get your head out of the sand, or you're going to lose a case like it's never been lost before!" Meyerhoff watched the man's pale face, and shook his head. Zeckler went white. "But that money was in banking custody!" rosy-cheeked, dapper, cocksure little man who had talked his way glibly in and out of more jams than Meyerhoff could "Is that right? My goodness. You don't suppose they could have lost those papers, do you?" Meyerhoff grinned at the In a way, he thought, it was a pity to see such a change in the A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. " Arrest! " Zeckler spluttered. "There's no evidence—you've got nothing on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?" so frequently used—but there was always somebody, Meyerhoff reflected sourly, who just didn't get the word. Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to Meyerhoff grinned at the little man's horrified face. "Never heard of that, had you? And you've never heard of other things, too. You've probably never heard that there are just too many Zeckler snorted. "But how could they possibly Meyerhoff shrugged. "As we understand legal systems, I suppose they don't have one. They have only the haziest idea Zeckler was visibly shaken. "Look," he said weakly, "so I wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you going to sit quietly by and let them butcher me? How could Meyerhoff smiled coolly. "You're going to get your sly little flanked by two clerks, who took their places beside him. The prosecutor eyed Zeckler with cold malevolence, then turned and delivered a sly wink at the judge. judge's voice roared out, "against one Harry Zeckler—" he The little con-man's jaw sagged lower and lower, the color draining from his face. He turned, wide-eyed, to Meyerhoff, then back to the judge. "The Chairman of the Jury," said the Judge succinctly, "will " Now wait a minute! " Zeckler was on his feet, wild-eyed. "What kind of railroad job—" The judge blinked disappointedly at Paul Meyerhoff. "Not muttered. "Have the prosecutor call his first witness," said Meyerhoff. Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. "These charges," he whispered. "They're insane!" "Of course they are," Meyerhoff whispered back. "But what am I going to—" cruel glint in his eyes that there was no warmth, no sympathy in his heart, that I was—" "Objection!" Zeckler squealed plaintively, jumping to his feet. "This witness can't even remember what night he's talking about!" "I never saw him before in my life," Zeckler moaned to Meyerhoff. "Listen to him! Why should I care where their Goddess—" his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. "But it's not true ," he whispered to Meyerhoff. "Of course it isn't! Can't you understand? These people low intelligence. The only thing in the world they have any respect for is a liar bigger and more skillful than they are." Zeckler jerked around abruptly as he heard his name bellowed out. "Does the defendant have anything to say before the jury delivers the verdict?" "Your lives, your land, everything you hold dear," Zeckler One by one the natives nudged one another, and booed, and guffawed, until the rising tide of racket drowned out Zeckler's The judge settled back with a disgusted snarl. "Do I have to?" he asked Meyerhoff. Meyerhoff nodded. The judge shrugged, pointing over his Somehow, Zeckler managed to stumble from the witness stand, amid riotous boos and hisses, and tottered into the anteroom. Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. "It—it doesn't look so good," he muttered. Meyerhoff's eyes were worried, too. For some reason, he felt a surge of pity and admiration for the haggard con-man. Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. "This lying business," he said finally, "exactly how does it work?"

<question>:
How does Meyerhoff feel about Zeckler?

<options>:
A Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a fool.
B Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a skilled con-man.
C Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is misunderstood.
D Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is an idiot.

<answer>:

A