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

<passage>:
accepted without change because nobody had noticed my absence from the He said, "Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone I, on the other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and except for the alarm clock, I'd had no control over what had been going directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until exercising his flock of pigeons. They wheeled in a circle, hoping to be allowed to perch, but were not allowed to. usually very well behaved, I was astonished to hear what sounded like an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that of my neighbor, Nat, a very quiet guy who works on a newspaper and has never, to my knowledge, given wild parties, particularly in the late afternoon. "Nobody gets five straight-flushes in a row!" "Yeah, and only when you were dealer!" The tone of the argument was beginning to get ugly, and I opened the door to offer Nat help if he needed it. There were four men confronting him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the impulse to stay and beat him up. His face was furiously red and he "Here!" he said, holding out a deck of cards, "For Pete's sake, look at 'em yourselves if you think they're marked!" The nearest man struck them up from his hand. "Okay, Houdini! So they're not marked! All I know is five straight...." His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence, arranged cards. it. Those guys didn't believe it. Every round normal, nothing unusual about the hands—three of a kind, a low straight, that sort of thing and one guy got queens over tens, until it gets to be my deal. Brother! Straight flush to the king—every time! And each time, somebody else has four aces...." He started to sweat again, so I got up to fix him another drink. There tile floor. None of them broke, although the fall must have been from at least five feet. Nat was too wound up in his thoughts to notice and I was getting used to miracles. We left the proprietor with his mouth open and met Danny, the cop, looking in at the door, also with his mouth open. On the sidewalk, a man walking in front of Nat stooped suddenly to tie Danny was furious—more so when he tried to put through a call to his It was out of order. Upstairs, the wind was blowing into the apartment and I closed the windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had brightened up considerably. one. That was tied in three knots. All right "Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—" "Well," McGill said, "nothing you've told me is impossible or supernatural. Just very, very improbable. In fact, the odds against that poker game alone would lead me to suspect Nat, well as I know him. It's all those other things...." He got up and walked over to the window and looked at the hot twilight He thought for a tense minute and snapped his fingers. "Have you any they'll each have the same date, perhaps?" "Did you accumulate all that change today?" "No. During the week." could have prearranged it, if my dim provisional theory is right, that would be actually impossible. It would involve time-reversal. I'll tell you about it later. No, just throw down the change. Let's see if they all come up heads." "Great Scott," he said, and sat down. "I suppose you know that there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the Universe—random and design. The sands on the beach are an example of random distribution and life is an example of design. The motions of the particles of a gas are what we call random, but there are so many of them, we treat them statistically and derive the Second Law of Thermodynamics—quite reliable. It isn't theoretically hard-and-fast hand, seems not to depend on probability at all actually, it goes against it. Or you might say it is certainly not an accidental He shook his head. "No. All I mean is that improbable things usually have improbable explanations. When I see a natural law being broken, I don't say to myself, 'Here's a miracle.' I revise my version of the book of rules. Something—I don't know what—is going on, and it seems to involve probability, and it seems to center around you. Were you electrical storm. Something has it in for me!" McGill grinned. "Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be anthropomorphic." "Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life." "On what basis? All we know for certain is that random motions are non-random arrangement of particles.... I wonder." He had a faraway, frowning look. by this time, a number of harassed cops directing the maneuver and we as soon as one of them moved aside to let only to collide. They backed off and threw simultaneous punches which met in mid-air. Then began one of the most remarkable bouts ever witnessed—a fight in which fist hit fist but never anything else, until both champions backed away undefeated, muttering identical excuses and threats. Mr. Graham?" he asked. "I don't know what's going on around here, but fenders. Bartley, a fine young patrolman, seemed self-conscious "Of course I'm all right. But why...." "Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham," was all he said. "Well," McGill said, "I'm trying to think of anything else it might be. I'm not doing so well," he confessed. "But so far as I can see," Molly answered, "it's mere probability, and without any over-all pattern." "Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center." Molly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. "Do you something like an overactive poltergeist?" it does not convert what it feeds on it merely rearranges it into a non-random pattern. In this case, it's rearranging random motions and it has a nucleus and it seems to be growing—at least in what you might call improbability." "Then you must have done it twice and the vibrations in the floor—something like that—just happened to cause the right induction impulses. Yes, I know how you feel," he said, seeing my expression. Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was "I'm in no mood to cook," she said. "Let's get away from all this." McGill raised an eyebrow. "If all this, as you call it, will let us." In the lobby, we ran into Nat, looking smug in a journalistic way. "I've been put on the story—who could be better?—I live here. So far, I don't quite get what's been happening. I've been talking to Danny, and when he caught sight of us, he said something that made the returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold The waiter was concerned and apologetic, and took the drinks back to The other bartender gave him a fresh shaker, but the same thing crowded around in front of him, offering advice. Our waiter came back, baffled, saying he'd have the drinks in a moment, and went to the which he put down, and then went to the bar, where the audience had grown larger. Molly lit a cigarette and said, "I suppose this is all part of it, "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. licked his thumb and danced as boxers are popularly supposed to do. The was outshouted, and the owner frowned darkly.

<question>:
How might the card game had gone differently if Mr. Graham was not present?

<options>:
A Nat would have never hosted a card game in the late afternoon
B Nat would have continued to win with straights and other rare hands
C Nat would have lost all of his hands instead of won all of them
D Nat would have a more random pattern of losing and winning hands

<answer>:

D