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

<passage>:
In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage "Fred, Tremaine here. Put the buzzer on." A thin hum sounded on the of the afternoon." "I want to see results," the thin voice came back over the filtered hum of the jamming device. "You spent a week with Grammond—I can't wait another. I don't mind telling you certain quarters are pressing me." warning you, Tremaine. Get that transmitter. I need someone to hang!" Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street heavy man with a creased face and thick gray hair looked up from behind Tremaine took off his hat. "Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while, The policeman got to his feet. "Jimmy," he said, "Jimmy Tremaine." He In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "Is he still around? I remember him as a five years ago ... in her seventies. He still walks in town every "Oh?" Tremaine stubbed out his cigarette, lit another. "What happened passing by and called it in. I had the whole caboodle locked up here Tremaine shook his head. Tremaine got to his feet. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears "I've got an oversized suitcase," Tremaine said. "I'll be setting it up Back in the street, Tremaine headed south toward the Elsby Town autumn trees at the end of Sheridan Street. Tremaine went up the A thin man with garters above the elbow looked over his shoulder at Tremaine. "I won't be a minute," Tremaine said. "Just want to check on when the The man turned to Tremaine, pushing a drawer shut with his hip. "Bram? The man came over to the counter, eyeing Tremaine. "He ain't going to Tremaine put a hand on the counter, looked thoughtful. "I was hoping It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where "No, thanks," Tremaine said. "That's all I needed." He turned back to "What's up, mister?" the clerk called after him. "Bram in some kind of The clerk looked sideways at Tremaine. "Lots of funny stories about Tremaine waited. "Now why would I do that?" Tremaine reached for the door knob. facade of the Elsby Public Library. Inside, Tremaine followed a The woman darted a suspicious look at Tremaine. "You have to handle "I'll remember." The woman stood by as Tremaine looked over the front Tremaine leafed over, reading slowly. The librarian was at Tremaine's side. "I have to close the library now. windows along the side streets. Tremaine turned up his collar against a cold wind that had risen, started along the street toward the hotel. A block away a black late-model sedan rounded a corner with a faint squeal of tires and gunned past him, a heavy antenna mounted forward of the left rear tail fin whipping in the slipstream. Tremaine stopped short, stared after the car. "Damn!" he said aloud. An elderly man veered, eyeing him sharply. Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked open the door to his car, slid into the seat, made a U-turn, and headed north after the police car. Two miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine rounded a curve. The police car was parked on the shoulder beside the highway just ahead. He pulled off the road ahead of it and walked back. The door opened. A tall figure stepped out. "What's the matter? Run out of signal?" "What's it to you, mister?" "Are you boys in touch with Grammond on the car set?" "We could be." "Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine." before handing it to Tremaine. Tremaine?" "I thought you were going to keep your men away from Elsby until I gave the word, Grammond." "That was before I knew your Washington stuffed shirts were holding out on me." "It's nothing we can go to court with, Grammond. And the job you were doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle." Grammond cursed. "I could have put my men in the town and taken it apart brick by brick in the time—" "That's just what I don't want. If our bird sees cops cruising, he'll out a signal. For all I know, it's forty midgets on bicycles, pedalling "The smallest hyperwave transmitter Uncle Sam knows how to build weighs three tons," said Tremaine. "Bicycles are out." Grammond snorted. "Okay, Tremaine," he said. "You're the boy with all the answers. But if you get in trouble, don't call me call Washington." Back in his room, Tremaine put through a call. "It looks like Grammond's not willing to be left out in the cold, Fred. Tell him if he queers this—" "I don't know but what he might have something," the voice came back "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out "Sure. Just don't get stuck in some senator's hip pocket." Tremaine and left the hotel. before the door opened. A tall woman with white hair and a fine-boned "Miss Carroll," Tremaine said. "You won't remember me, but I—" Only a faint quaver reflected her age—close to eighty, Tremaine furnishings of another era. She motioned Tremaine to a seat and took a "I always liked Mr. Bram," said Tremaine. "I'm not out to hurt him." Tremaine stood up. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to grill She paused. Tremaine waited. him to his house. On the way he told me a terrible and pathetic tale. "I waited all that night in the carriage. At dawn he emerged. He tried "This locket," said Tremaine, "do you still have it?" As Tremaine walked slowly toward the lighted main street of Elsby a car pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and Tremaine shook his head. "I'm getting nowhere fast. The Bram idea's a As they pulled away from the curb Jess said, "Jimmy, what's this about State Police nosing around here? I thought you were playing a lone hand from what you were saying to me." "I thought so too, Jess. But it looks like Grammond's a jump ahead of me. He smells headlines in this he doesn't want to be left out." out, circled the house once, then mounted the steps and rapped on the empty shotgun shell. He looked at Tremaine. "This don't look good," he said. "You suppose those fool boys...?" Tremaine. "Maybe this is more than kid stuff," he said. "You carry a "In the car." Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket, "Not a very cozy—" Tremaine broke off. A thin yelp sounded in the Tremaine said. "That's blood, Jess...." Tremaine scanned the floor. It was of broad "It's a trail." Tremaine followed the line of drops across the floor. stared at Tremaine. "I'm too damned old to start believing in spooks," At the station Jess led Tremaine to a cell where a lanky teen-age boy The boy looked directly at Tremaine for an instant, flicked his eyes to "They parked out east of town, on 302, back of the woodlot. They called The boy darted another look at Tremaine. "They said they figured the

<question>:
Who was in the black sedan that rushed off past Tremaine a block from the hotel?

<options>:
A Jess
B Mr. Bram
C The men who stole the transmitter
D Grammond’s men

<answer>:

D