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

<passage>:
Red Witch of Mercury Mercury, he was selling his guns into the On the stage of Mercury Sam's Garden , a tight-frocked, limber-hipped, The Lady from Mars ." The song was a rollicking, ribald ditty, a favorite of the planters and miners, the space pilots and army officers who frequented the garden. The girl rendered it with but then it is always hot on Mercury, the about the garden's walls sluggishly stirred the night air, while the men and women sitting at the tables drank heavily of Latonka, the pale green wine of Mercury. Only the native waiters, the enigmatic, yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. They didn't sweat at all. gate leading to the street. hung faultlessly. His black hair was close-cropped, his nose thin and aquiline. For a moment he studied the crowded garden before making his way to a vacant table. "Go on," said the pianist in a flat voice. through the tables until she came to the one occupied by the newcomer. "May I join you?" she asked in a low voice. The man arose. "Of course. I was expecting you. Here, sit down." He pulled out a chair, motioned for the waiter. The Mercurian, his yellow incurious eyes like two round topazes, sidled up. "Bring us a bottle of Latonka from the Veederman region, well iced." The waiter slipped away. "So," said the red-head she had used his name. "You have the reputation of being unpredictable. I don't trust you, but since...." She stopped as the waiter placed glasses on the table and deftly poured "Here's to the revolution," he said. His low voice carried an odd, compelling note. His eyes, light blue and amused, were pale against his brown face. "No! Mercury is not ready for freedom. Only a handful of fanatics are it does, the Terrestrials here will be massacred. The Mercurians hate the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will a trifle oblique with straight brows. The pupils were a pale and penetrating blue that could probe like a surgeon's knife. Now he caught "Why call me all the way from Mars for that? Why not have that gunman at the piano rub Hodes out?" You've got to find him, Jaro. He's stirring up all Mercury." "Who's putting up the money?" "I can't tell you." "Ah," said Jaro Moynahan "so that's the way it is." "That's the way it is." day now." "No," the girl replied. "But we think he's here in the city." It was as unexpected as a shot in the back. One moment the garden was "What's coming off here?" growled a petulant male voice. Other voices took up the plaint. Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement he could Unexpectedly, the deep, ringing voice of Mercury Sam boomed out from the stage. It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot, teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge. He wondered who was putting up the ten thousand Earth notes? Who stood reputation of being able to take care of herself. He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave, most their lives beneath ground to escape the terrible rays of the sun. Only at night did they emerge to work their fields and ply their trades. He peeled off a bill, put it in the waiter's hands. no expression in his yellow eyes. "She and the man, the queer white one who plays the piano, slipped out the gate to the street." heat of the sun. Beneath his feet, he knew, stretched a labyrinth of cat-eyed Mercurians. business of hunting a man through the rat-runs beneath the city was out of his line. Furthermore, there was something phony about the entire set up. The Mercurians, he knew, had been agitating for freedom for years. all over the planet during the Festival of the Rains. Earth doesn't realize the seriousness of the situation." "Then I was right it is you who are putting up the ten thousand Earth gained control of the Latonka trade. Other Earthmen are in control of the mines and the northern plantations. Together you form perhaps the strongest combine the Universe has ever seen. You actually run Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in blocking it. You are, perhaps, the most cordially-hated group anywhere. I don't wonder that you are afraid of a revolution." to the door, opened it. The pianist at the gardens was framed in the room, his bare feet making no noise. He sat down on the edge of the read: " Earth Congress suspends negotiations on Mercurian freedom pending Earth. Karfial Hodes, Mercurian patriot, being sought. as streets during the flaming days. Here in the basements and sub-basements were located the shops and dram houses where the Mercurians sat around little tables drinking silently of the pale green Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the strange, silent populace. But when he reached the Terrestrial quarter "What're you sneaking around here for?" youth. "Let's get this straight," he said mildly. "I've known your kind of two poisoned needle guns. carpet. that—ah—a little extreme? I'm afraid it might incapacitate him, and I had a job for him." these toys away from him." He held out the poisoned dart guns. "You "Here, Miss Webb," he said, "do something with these. Put them in my nasty little contraptions for all the Latonka on Mercury." guns back into their holsters. "Act like you want to use those and I'll put a slug in your head next time." into my office. The doctor will be here in a moment. Miss Webb, you may go home. I'll have no more work for you today." "When you go out, turn left toward the native quarter. Wait for me in the first grog shop you come to." Miss Webb raised her eyebrows. "What's this? A new technique?" "Look," began Jaro annoyed. "My eyes are practically popping out of my head now," she interrupted. "Another morning like this and I take the first space liner back to drawer. "I'm not trying to pick you up. This is...." "How disappointing." Warily he started down the passage toward the native quarter. At the first basement grog shop he turned in. His eyes swept the chamber, then he grinned. At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb. Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun. " Bang! in the small of her back. here that I'm particularly anxious to get to the bottom of. I thought you might be able to help me." "Yes," replied Miss Webb sweetly. A native waiter, attracted no doubt by her scream, came over and took Jaro's order. "All right," Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?" "Since we're going to be so chummy," she replied "you might begin by baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office." " Awk! " said Joan, choking on the Latonka. "It was self-defense," he hastened to assure her. "He took a pot shot I was offered ten thousand Earth notes to assassinate the leader of the revolution." "What revolution? I'm going around in circles." "A gal's gotta eat. But the truth is, I was quitting. The Latonka Trust is almost on the rocks. Their stock has been dropping like a meteor." Jaro Moynahan raised his oblique brows but did not interrupt. going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the return to Earth."

<question>:
What is the Mercury Sam’s Garden?

<options>:
A An apartment building
B A club
C An amusement park
D A family restaurant

<answer>:

B