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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In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage are supposed to keep me informed. Meantime, I'm not sitting in this damned room crouched over a dial. I'll be out and around for the rest of the afternoon." warning you, Tremaine. Get that transmitter. I need someone to hang!" Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street 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 brings you back to the boondocks?" "Let's go somewhere and sit down, Jess." In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." Jess nodded. "I heard you were with the guv'ment." "It won't take long to tell circles, overlapped by a similar group of rings. "I think what we're getting is an echo effect from each of these to TV. They figure we should be content with radio, like the Lord intended." "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "Is he still around? I remember him as a hundred years old when I was kid." "Still just the same, Jimmy. Comes in town maybe once a week, buys his groceries and hikes back out to his place by the river." "Well, what about him?" "Nothing. But he's the town's mystery man. You know that. A little "There were a lot of funny stories about him, I remember," Tremaine said. "I always liked him. One time he tried to teach me something I've forgotten. Wanted me to come out to his place and he'd teach me. I never did go. We kids used to play in the caves near his place, and sometimes he gave us apples." ordinary American. But up close, you feel it. He's foreign, all right. But we never did know where he came from." "How long's he lived here in Elsby?" "Beats me, Jimmy. You remember old Aunt Tress, used to know all about ancestors and such as that? She couldn't remember about Mr. Bram. She was kind of senile, I guess. She used to say he'd lived in that same old place out on the Concord road when she was a girl. Well, she died five years ago ... in her seventies. He still walks in town every Wednesday ... or he did up till yesterday anyway." over again." "I remember Soup," Tremaine said. "He and his bunch used to come in the drug store where I worked and perch on the stools and kid around routine, high spirits, you know the line. All of 'em but Hull are back in the streets playin' with matches by now. I'm waiting for the day they'll make jail age." bucks. There was a big shindy planned. Now, you know Bram was funny about any kind of socializing never would go any place at night. But this was a Sunday afternoon and someways or other they got Bram down there and Miss Linda made her play, right there in front of the town, practically. Just before sundown they went off together in that fancy shay. And the next day, she was home again—alone. That finished off her reputation, as far as the biddies in Elsby was concerned. It was and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess. Meantime, I'm just a tourist, seeing the sights." "What about that gear of yours? Didn't you say you had some kind of detector you were going to set up?" "I've got an oversized suitcase," Tremaine said. "I'll be setting it up in my room over at the hotel." "When's this bootleg station supposed to broadcast again?" "After dark. I'm working on a few ideas. It might be an infinitely repeating logarithmic sequence, based on—" Back in the street, Tremaine headed south toward the Elsby Town Tremaine. "I won't be a minute," Tremaine said. "Just want to check on when the 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 old Bram. Useta say his place was haunted. You know funny noises and lights. And they used to say there was money buried out at his place." "I've heard those stories. Just superstition, wouldn't you say?" Tremaine waited. older are there in the shelves." "What date was it you wanted?" "Nineteen-oh-one Tremaine leafed over, reading slowly. "May I see some earlier issues from about the first of the year?" windows along the side streets. Tremaine turned up his collar against a Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked Two miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine "Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine." before handing it to Tremaine. Tremaine?" Back in his room, Tremaine put through a call. "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out Only a faint quaver reflected her age—close to eighty, Tremaine "Why did you come today, James?" asked Miss Carroll. to be in the national interest." "I'm not at all sure I know what the term 'national interest' means, James. I distrust these glib phrases." "I always liked Mr. Bram," said Tremaine. "I'm not out to hurt him." year." "What does he do for a living?" "I have no idea." "Why did a healthy young fellow like Bram settle out in that isolated piece of country? What's his story?" "I'm ... not sure that anyone truly knows Bram's story." Tremaine stood up. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to grill and it may help him." She paused. Tremaine waited. "Many years ago I was courted by Bram. One day he asked me to go with him to his house. On the way he told me a terrible and pathetic tale. in a secret way ... and he would come. I told him that until he would consent to see a doctor, I did not wish him to call. He drove me home. He never called again." "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 a little worried. Want to run out there with me and take a look around?" "Sure. Just so I'm back by full dark." As they pulled away from the curb Jess said, "Jimmy, what's this about wondering why you don't want 'em in. If there's some kind of spy ring working—" The last pink light of sunset was fading from the clouds to the west as Jess swung the car through the open gate, pulled up under the old trees Tremaine. "Maybe this is more than kid stuff," he said. "You carry a Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket, "What do you make of it. Jimmy?" At the station Jess led Tremaine to a cell where a lanky teen-age boy "They're lookin for the spies." "Who's looking for spies?" "Cops." 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 me over and asked me a bunch of questions. Said I could help 'em get them spies. Wanted to know all about any funny-actin people around hers." The boy darted another look at Tremaine. "They said they figured the

<question>:
Why did Jimmy Tremaine visit his hometown?

<options>:
A To catch a criminal.
B To have a tour and visit the sites.
C To locate a device.
D To visit family and old friends.

<answer>:

C