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

<passage>:
place was dark and damp, and smelled like moldy leaves. Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?" Meyerhoff shifted uneasily. "It's hard to say. It's been my experience that they respect him highly—maybe even fear him all the fuss," he grumbled in a wounded tone. "We've treated him like a brother." One of the huge steel doors clicked open. Meyerhoff peered into the blackness, catching a vaguely human outline against the back wall. "Harry?" he called sharply. help but believe—" He turned on Meyerhoff, his hands trembling. that they'd have to believe—a lie they simply couldn't regarded Meyerhoff from beneath uneven black eyebrows, and then the little man's face broke into a crafty grin. "Paul! So they sent you ! I knew I could count on it!" He executed a deep, awkward bow, motioning Meyerhoff into the dark cubicle. "Not much to offer you," he said slyly, "but it's the best I can do under the circumstances." Meyerhoff scowled, and turned abruptly to the guard. "We'll have some privacy now, if you please. Interplanetary ruling. Meyerhoff blinked. "Well—yes. Oh, yes, they're perfectly logical." Meyerhoff stared at him. "Oh, come now. Have you gone day! Lucky they sent you, pal. Why, I've been in here for years—" "Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your pal," Meyerhoff snapped. "And you've been here for two weeks, three days, and approximately four hours. You're getting And leave us the light." off your rocker completely? You've got a problem on your hands, man." as bad as your gentle guards when it comes to bandying on his lips. His clothes were smeared and sodden, streaked with great splotches of mud and moss. Meyerhoff's face softened a little. "So Harry Zeckler's in a jam again," he said. Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. "You want we can leave now?" Meyerhoff stared at the little man with a mixture of pity and Meyerhoff nodded grimly. " If Meyerhoff sank down beside the man, his voice a tense Paul Meyerhoff stared stonily at the controls, his lips compressed " Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. "I mean precisely that. You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing to sell all the trading possibilities here down the river just to "It sure was." Meyerhoff's voice was a snarl. Meyerhoff's face was purple with anger. "Oh, indeed it did! And it put Meyerhoff. "They'll probably drop a little fine on me and let me go." Meyerhoff turned on him fiercely. "Oh, you got off just fine. for me—enough to keep me on silk for quite a while, I might say. I think I'll just take a nice, long vacation." Lawyer? " Meyerhoff turned to him, and a twinkle of malignant glee "Eh?" Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. "That—uh—jury Not me! Oh, no. Sorry, but no thanks." Meyerhoff trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to you'd better get your head out of the sand, or you're going to Meyerhoff watched the man's pale face, and shook his head. Zeckler went white. "But that money was in banking custody!" "Is that right? My goodness. You don't suppose they could have lost those papers, do you?" Meyerhoff grinned at the little con-man. "And incidentally, you're under arrest, you In a way, he thought, it was a pity to see such a change in the A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. " lose a case like it's never been lost before!" know." the little, musty, jungle-like planet with its shaggy, three-eyed inhabitants—warned specifically against the confidence tactics so frequently used—but there was always somebody, Meyerhoff reflected sourly, who just didn't get the word. Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face Meyerhoff pulled a pipe from his pocket, and began stuffing Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his Meyerhoff grinned at the little man's horrified face. "Never "It was a Greek, I think—" Meyerhoff shrugged. "As we understand legal systems, I Zeckler was visibly shaken. "Look," he said weakly, "so I Meyerhoff smiled coolly. "You're going to get your sly little con-man brain to working, I think," he said softly. "By Interplanetary even a little bit, I'll be out of there so fast you won't know what happened." With that Meyerhoff walked to the door. He jerked it inward with seats facing the bench. Zeckler followed the shaggy-haired guard into the room, nodding approvingly. "Not such a bad arrangement," he said. "They must have gotten the idea fast." Meyerhoff wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and shot the little con-man a stony glance. "At least you've got a courtroom, a judge, and a jury for this mess. Beyond that—" flanked by two clerks, who took their places beside him. The prosecutor eyed Zeckler with cold malevolence, then turned and delivered a sly wink at the judge. judge's voice roared out, "against one Harry Zeckler—" he for interplanetary invasion." The little con-man's jaw sagged lower and lower, the color draining from his face. He turned, wide-eyed, to Meyerhoff, then back to the judge. "The Chairman of the Jury," said the Judge succinctly, "will " Zeckler was on his feet, wild-eyed. "What kind of railroad job—" The judge blinked disappointedly at Paul Meyerhoff. "Not yet?" he asked, unhappily. "No." Meyerhoff's hands twitched nervously. "Not yet, Your muttered. "Have the prosecutor call his first witness," said Meyerhoff. Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. "These charges," he whispered. "They're insane!" "Of course they are," Meyerhoff whispered back. Zeckler—"stopped me in my tracks with a vicious cry. He had Meyerhoff. "Listen to him! Why should I care where their Goddess—" his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. "But it's not true ," he whispered to Meyerhoff. "Your lives, your land, everything you hold dear," Zeckler There was a loud hiss from the back of the court. Zeckler case." The judge settled back with a disgusted snarl. "Do I have to?" he asked Meyerhoff. Meyerhoff nodded. The judge shrugged, pointing over his shoulder to the anteroom. "You can go in there," he said. Somehow, Zeckler managed to stumble from the witness Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. "It—it doesn't look so good," he muttered. Meyerhoff's eyes were worried, too. For some reason, he felt a surge of pity and admiration for the haggard con-man. Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. "This lying business,"

<question>:
What is the relationship between Meyerhoff and Zeckler?

<options>:
A Meyerhoff is Zeckler's employee.
B Meyerhoff is Zeckler's employer.
C Meyerhoff is Zeckler's lawyer.
D Meyerhoff is Zeckler's Consulate representative.

<answer>:

D