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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THE BIG HEADACHE What's the principal cause of headaches? Mitchell forced himself to awaken, with some initial difficulty. "How are you going to go about forcing him, Doctor?" Mitchell inquired. He lay there, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, listening to his heart race, and then convulsively snatched the telephone receiver from Mitchell smiled to himself. He was in luck quick, dramatic test. We've had it if he turns us down." "I know," Mitchell said, exhaling deeply. "Somehow the men with the money just can't seem to understand basic research. Who would have "When we prove our results that should be of enough practical value for anyone. But those crummy trustees didn't even leave us enough for a field test." Ferris scrubbed his thin hand over the bony ridge of his of all headaches." "No!" the smaller man yelled. "You can't expect me to violate professional ethics and test my own discovery on myself." " worries just as you got rid of the others?" Mitchell asked. "No, I—yes, I guess I do. But how do I know you won't try to put me back where I was instead of helping me more?" "I couldn't do that against your wishes. That would be illegal!" government took up a lot of his time using him as the symbol of the Ideal Scientist to help recruit Science and Engineering Cadets. "But he won't like you fixing me up more." "But he can't stop me! Not if you want me to do it. Now listen to me—I that the project was nearing completion. If so, it was a case of Ad . The only thing that could delay the project was Macklin's health. Despite his impressive body, some years before he had suffered a mild stroke ... or at least a vascular spasm of a cerebral artery. It was known that he suffered from the vilest variety of migraine. A cycle of the headaches had caused him to be absent from his classes for several weeks, and there were an unusual number of military uniforms seen around the campus. laboratory in the biology building. Mitchell sat slumped in the chair looked more than a little like a postgraduate student, and Mitchell Mitchell moved around the desk casually. "Actually, Doctor, we haven't "Doctor, we understand you have severe headaches," Mitchell said. to do with my headaches?" "Doctor," Mitchell said, "what would you say the most common complaint from what you have said you mean headaches." "Headaches," Mitchell agreed. "Everybody has them at some time in his their headaches." headaches?" cause of headaches," Mitchell announced. produces headaches is?" migraine. How should I go about removing my curse?" He reinserted the government wouldn't like it very well if I died in the middle of this project. My wife would like it even less." Ferris turned his back on the mathematician. Mitchell could see him mouthing the word Unless we can produce quick, conclusive and dramatic proof of our studies we can get no more financial backing. We should large-scale field test. But we haven't the time or money for that. We can cure the headaches of one person and that's the limit of our resources." ' no '. I'd like to help you out, but I'm afraid I owe too much to heard some say they preferred the migraine." Mitchell or I cured ourselves of headaches—they might not even believe migraine. You do." Mitchell cleared his throat. "Are you positive, doctor?" he asked "Doctor—Harold—you shouldn't have given this story to the newspapers," Mitchell said. He tapped the back of his hand against the something dramatic to show to the trustees and here it is." "Yes, we wanted to show our proof to the trustees—but not broadcast unverified results to the press. It's too early for that!" "Don't be so stuffy and conservative, Mitchell! Macklin's cured, isn't will hand down a ukase demanding our virus, just as they demanded the Salk vaccine and the Grennell serum." "But—" The shrill call of the telephone interrupted Mitchell's objections. "Hysterical?" Mitchell muttered in alarm and went to the phone. "What do you mean by that, Mrs. Macklin," Mitchell said sharply. Mitchell dropped the receiver heavily. "What could be wrong with Dean's twin except that he had received no injection of the E-M Virus, was stomping up and down punching his fingers through the wire, worrying the lock on the cage. "I don't know. Maybe they just have tired blood," Mitchell ventured. "There's nothing wrong with him," Ferris snapped. "He's probably just trying to get us in trouble, the ingrate!" Under Mitchell's thumb the bell chimbed dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum . As they waited Mitchell glanced at Ferris. He seemed completely Mitchell wondered desperately just what they had done to the man. "How is he different?" Mitchell demanded. Mitchell tried to stop Colonel Sidney as he went past, but the doctor "What did he mean, Macklin is an idiot?" Mitchell asked. "We merely cured him of his headaches," Mitchell said. Mitchell did his best to explain the F-M Virus. "No, no! Could I talk to the other man, the doctor? Maybe I can make him understand." virus colony overcontrols the supply of posterior pituitary extract in necessary amount of control to stop pain is too much to allow the brain cells to function properly." "Why won't they function?" Carson roared. "They don't get enough food—blood, oxygen, hemoglobin," Ferris explained. "The cerebral vessels don't contract enough to pump the blood through the brain as fast and as hard as is needed. The brain cells remain sluggish, dormant. Perhaps decaying." The colonel yelled. Mitchell groaned. He was abruptly sure Ferris was correct. The colonel drew himself to attention, fists trembling at his sides. "I'll see you hung for treason! Don't you know what Elliot Macklin means to us? Do you want those filthy Luxemburgians to reach Pluto Mitchell coughed into his fist for an instant, to give him time to Mitchell was about to ask his associate what he meant when he saw "No, sir!" the mathematician said. "I shall not go back to my original state. I can remember what it was like. Always worrying, worrying, worrying." and all the money I need. I've got it made. Why worry?" Colonel Carson opened his mouth, then closed it. said. "It's not his decision to make," the colonel said. "He's an idiot now." his former level of intelligence but he's legally responsible. There are millions of morons running around loose in the United States. They you can." "No, I can't. This is hardly a totalitarian state." The colonel looked momentarily glum that it wasn't. "Really?" she said. "Did you speak to Elliot about that?" "Y-yes," Colonel Carson said, "but he's not himself. He refused the treatment. He wants to remain in his state of lower intelligence." She nodded. "If those are his wishes, I can't go against them." was my original thought. But I've redecided." "Redecided!" Carson burst out almost hysterically. "Yes. I can't go against Elliot's wishes. It would be monstrous to put declaring him incompetent." "But he is not! Legally, I mean," the woman stormed. he's certified incompetent, authorities can rule whether Mitchell and Ferris' antitoxin treatment is the best method of restoring Dr. Macklin to sanity." "Because, Colonel, the matter of my husband's health, his very life, is involved." of her husband's genius." "Maybe," Carson said. "I don't know. I don't know what the hell to tell the Pentagon. I think I'll go out and get drunk."

<question>:
Why was Mitchell irritated that the story on the virus for headaches had been leaked to the newspapers?

<options>:
A He feared the virus was counteractive.
B He feared that Macklin's wife would be angry
C He felt it was too early to release without verified results.
D He feared that the government would shut their project down.

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C