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 office over Lemark's Liquors in downtown Los Angeles and waited for his first customer. He she seemed to be wholly ambidextrous. "With so many beautiful women in Puerto Pacifico," said Pembroke probingly, "I find it hard to understand why there are had been in business for a week and as yet had had no callers. Therefore, it was with a mingled that he greeted the tall, with an amiable smile. "I see my advertisement has interested Many of the faces seemed familiar type." a telephone call and sat down to wait. He wondered how long it would be before his next client he would have to cover his "What type am I?" he asked. had commenced on a dismal, a type at all." Pacific a year earlier. Bound for Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso, the Colombian tramp steamer fall in love with you. I don't want to be miserable." "If I pretended I was one of you, if I left on the boat with have fallen in love, you should be very loyal." last thing he heard for some a professional adventurer as made for himself a substantial fortune through speculation in a great variety of properties, real which was perhaps the reason yet he greatly envied those elevate the glory and safety of what appeared to be a typical his death, but it might also ensure for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank hungry, he began to study the others in the restaurant. help him to save it. the crew of the ship, probably. He also recognized several The next morning Pembroke talked to Valencia about hunting. them. After his meal, he bought of the passengers. However, he made no attempt to speak to a good corona and went for a going out anyway. He picked up Mary Ann at her apartment and together they went to a sporting goods store. As he guessed there was a goodly walk. His situation could have been any small western American hunt and only a single target of course, had to be just like Earth. That, after all, was the purpose of Puerto Pacifico. By noon they had rented a jeep and were well away from moments. "You are looking for someone?" she inquired. "Much of the time," said the Seldom had he enjoyed so ingenuous and stared down at her for a few Ann took turns firing at the paper him. If necessary, she would conduct the authorities to the place where they had been target shooting, but would be unable to Please help me, please!" "You're not casual enough, for not that it matters. Is that what you wanted to hear?" life he had planned. It wouldn't That was fine. At least he now "How about talking it over at knew where he was. But as he scribbled a name and an address on a small piece of paper and would she be seeing him again? He had aroused her passion and no amount of long-distance love Pembroke left the beach and walked through several small specialty shops. He tried to get could requite it. Soon, he assured to bother him. She was the woman off his mind, but the to explain that to her? bric-a-brac. It rather resembled had admitted that she did not. There would be very few Earthmen left in Puerto Pacifico, and it would be simple enough to locate him if he were reported as the polishing up phase. beach. He knew she invariably went there in the afternoon. He loitered around the stalls where one of the—strangers?" "And if I were?" "Well, I'd certainly appreciate that people all about him were talking excitedly. They were discussing a ship. It was leaving that afternoon. Anyone who docks every day, without being able to learn when the great by water rather than by spaceship, since no one he had talked to in the city had ever heard of spaceships. In fact, they knew just where are we, anyway? What city is this?" in every other respect. The reason for transporting Earth People to this planet was, of course, "Puerto Pacifico," she told the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms or articulation. This was him. "Isn't that a lovely name? town, and inlet. None, to the best It means peaceful port. In Spanish." to apply a corrective to any of of his knowledge, was called Puerto Pacifico. He headed for the nearest service station and asked for a left the shop he began checking off every west coast state, city, map. The attendant gave him one She obeyed. He followed. The "Okay, then where am I?" "Pardon me, there's a customer," the boy said. "This is Puerto Pacifico." Pembroke watched him hurry off to service a car with a sense roped-off wharves small interviewing booths. When it was crowd grew thicker. They neared the docks and Pembroke saw that there were now set up on the give me a little help on my lingo. Also, you gas up the car first, then try to sell 'em the oil—right?" lingo? Other than the fact that it's not colloquial enough." a surly voice. "Occupation?" "I work a lot o' trades. Fisherman, fruit picker, fightin' range "Say, come back again, huh? I sure appreciate the help. Keep the map." fires, vineyards, car washer. Anything. "What do you think of the "Where's Seattle?" "Seattle? State o' Washington." And so it went for about five "Some city." "Yeah, it's kinda isolated. A surrogate for a mid-twentieth century American male, itinerant type. lot of ships dock here, though." had qualified as a satisfactory passengers. He was a short, Then she saw him. Waving frantically, she called his name several times. Pembroke mingled all lovely, all effusive. The topic with the crowd moving toward "Well, Louisa, I'd say your man-about-town type, Pembroke winked at him and snickered. "I thought it made me look "You Frank?" he asked. pass the interview. Don't know why they even make 'em." "Naw, that's part of your other. "And why not? Hey? Why not?" Diego, and it was not long before Pembroke was explaining to the police how he had drifted far from the scene of the sinking of the on a piece of wreckage, and had been picked up by a Chilean trawler. How he had then made his way, with much suffering, up the coast to identity established and his circumstances again solvent, he was headed for Los Angeles to begin his save-Earth campaign. "Your bet's as good as mine," you tell me. "And, by the way," he added, "I hope you like it in Puerto Pacifico. Because there isn't any place to go from here and there isn't any way to get there if there were." position to point out our "Well, so what?" demanded Spencer. "I've got more important effectively. Pembroke tossed his get the proof he would need to convince people of the truth of his tale. But in the meantime he that it was exactly this that clipping of the newspaper ad he Valencia was seeking. Pembroke was amused at his companion's little ad that had saved mankind allowed himself to admire the menace. It read: IT IS HIS GOAL TO MAKE YOU THE It will make you more acceptable." AVERAGE FOR YOUR TYPE to prove itself. You have only Frank?" pretty hit-or-miss operation. But they don't care one bit about us, Spencer. Consider the men who they sunk the ship? Valencia and the waitress and "It's what you think that will "What don't you like about he wondered, had gone out on their backs during their first day in Puerto Pacifico? Pembroke shaved, showered, and put on the new suit and shirt he had bought. Then he took Mary Ann, the woman he had met on the beach, out to dinner. She would look magnificent even after the other denizens of Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had listened to that afternoon. After eating they danced for and had almost exhausted his him. She seemed to devour every brought to her attention. And, fantastically enough, she actually

<question>:
What was the goal of Frank's newspaper ad?

<options>:
A To find clients for his new business.
B To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to use as evidence.
C To carry out his orders in his mission on Earth.
D To lure out people from Puerto Pacifico to connect with.

<answer>:

B