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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appeared to have overcome every little imperfection he had been a full dinner, for he was unusually sat behind the desk of his shabby little office over Lemark's Liquors waited for his first customer. He had been in business for a week and as yet had had no callers. type." It was obvious that the liquor had been having some effect. Either that, or she had a basic flaw of loquacity that no one else had discovered. Pembroke decided he would have to cover his tracks carefully. would be before his next client would arrive. The series of events leading up roar of the sinking ship was the last thing he heard for some time. travel, organized peril, and political restriction. He had made for himself a substantial fortune through speculation in a and otherwise. Life had given him much and demanded little, which was perhaps the reason for his restiveness. Loyalty to person or to people was a trait Pembroke had never recognized in himself, nor had it for any obvious reason, but because Ann had no pulse. Mary Ann did Lacking such loyalties, Pembroke adapted quickly to the situation in which he found himself He awoke in a small room in what appeared to be a typical When she left the hotel at midnight, Pembroke was quite sure modern American hotel. The wallet three hundred dollars. His next thought was of food. He left the room and descended that she understood his plan and But then, Mary Ann was not a human being. via the elevator to the restaurant. hungry, he began to study the others in the restaurant. Here he observed that it was early afternoon. Ordering Many of the faces seemed familiar of the passengers. However, he made no attempt to speak to them. After his meal, he bought a good corona and went for a walk. His situation could have the city. Pembroke said he was going out anyway. been any small western American she inquired. "Much of the time," said the man. "Could it be me?" would go straight to the police her and that she had shot where they had been target shooting, but would be unable to locate the spot where she had buried the body. Why had she for that. was not going to report the incident. "Tell me what's wrong with was not airtight, but there would probably be no further investigation. me," she went on urgently. "I'm fences as he walked. He had already torn the collar of the shirt and discarded his belt. By morning his beard would grow to blacken his face. And he would look weary and hungry and aimless. Only the last would be a deception. phoned Mary Ann. The police had accepted her story without even checking. And when, when would she be seeing him again? could requite it. Soon, he assured her, soon. "Because, after all, you do owe me something," she added. And that was bad because it she might go to the police again, this time for vengeance. Twice during his wanderings Pembroke had seen the corpses because they bled. Mary Ann had admitted that she did not. left in Puerto Pacifico, and it would be simple enough to locate him if he were reported as the counter. "What the hell was that?" Pembroke demanded. "Oh, you know—or don't you? loitered around the stalls where hot dogs and soft drinks were sold, leaning against a post in the counter and strutted back and forth a few times. docks every day, without being able to learn when the great exodus would take place. Yet he since no one he had talked to in the city had ever heard of was to leave shortly. If there was any but the most superficial examination, But since no one seemed concerned about anything but his own speech and behavior, he assumed that they had all qualified That was fine. At least he now knew where he was. But as he left the shop he began checking He headed for the nearest service station and asked for a map. The attendant gave him one which showed the city, but nothing Pembroke watched him hurry off to service a car with a sense of having been given the runaround. To his surprise, the boy came back a few minutes later after servicing the automobile. You name it. Been out of work for a long time now, though. Goin' on five months. "Buses? Airlines?" The kid shook his head. And so it went for about five minutes. Then he was told he had qualified as a satisfactory surrogate for a mid-twentieth century American male, itinerant "That's for sure," the boy said, walking away to wait on another customer. "If you don't like the place, you've had it." Pembroke returned to the hotel. Going to the bar, he recognized one of the Elena Mia's paying passengers. He was a short, rectangular little man in his fifties named Spencer. He sat in a in tears. Then she saw him. Waving frantically, she called his name several times. Pembroke mingled the woman persisted in her shouting. down. Why'n'sha try holdin' 'em straight?" "I thought it made me look sexy," the redhead said petulantly. "Just be yourself, gal," Spencer feather cut was insisting. "What is wrong with me?" he told her, taking her hand. "Ah, come on," she pleaded. "Everyone tells me I chew gum that," said Pembroke, snickering again as he moved away from the other. "And why not? Hey? Why not?" Pembroke went right on hating lost interest in him. They got up one by one and walked out of the bar. Pembroke took his rum and tonic and moved over to Spencer's booth. himself, however, till the night he was deposited in a field police how he had drifted far from the scene of the sinking of the outside of Ensenada, broke but "Sure," said the fat man. "Wonder what the hell got into Spencer, peering at him suspiciously. Now, seated at his battered desk in the shabby rented office over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke gazed without emotion at lay sprawled one atop the other in the corner. His watch said one-fifteen. The man from the hotel. I would be very grateful if you would give me a few minutes of honest criticism." "Ah, no, not you, too," groaned Spencer. "Look, Joe, what's the gag?" Spencer," Valencia explained. Spencer. "I've got more important pistol solved his problem the chair, both feet upon the desk. He would be out of business soon, once the FBI agent had got there. Pembroke was only in it to get the proof he would need to Spencer opened his mouth to allowed himself to admire the clipping of the newspaper ad he was amused at his companion's reaction but observed that Spencer still failed to see the point. FEE—$3.75 MONEY BACK IF NOT SATISFIED! THE END Mr. Spencer, your value has failed all we require of you." Valencia left. Spencer ordered another martini. Neither he nor Pembroke spoke for several minutes. "Somebody's crazy around here," the fat man muttered Spencer. Consider the men who went down with the ship. That was just part of the game." "What the hell are you sayin'?" asked Spencer in disbelief. sunk the ship? Valencia and the waitress and the three babes? Ah, come on." determine what you do, Spencer. of the bar. A policeman entered and walked directly to Spencer's table. Loitering at the juke box, Pembroke overheard the conversation. "You Spencer?" "That's right," said the fat man sullenly. "What don't you like about in his pocket contained exactly he saw them carrying the body into the street. How many others, he wondered, had gone out on their backs during their first day in Puerto Pacifico? what it should, approximately After eating they danced for an hour, had a few more drinks, then went to Pembroke's room. He still knew nothing about her and had almost exhausted his critical capabilities, but not once had she become annoyed with him. She seemed to devour every factual point of imperfection

<question>:
Why it was Spencer shot by the police at the bar?

<options>:
A He had treated the women poorly, which is against the law.
B He refused to tell the policeman what was wrong with him.
C There was no reason, it was a random act of violence.
D He had refused to pay his bar tab.

<answer>:

B