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

<passage>:
His house was dancing. It was disconcerting, and at the same time enchanting, to watch one's one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions. But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to begin with for a person living in a domed city. He was thinking so deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome Conditions (a crisp 59 degrees, a mildly dessicated 47%) when a bogus postman, who pretended to be reading a postal card, jostled him. In the fragments showering harmlessly on the city from time to time. Dome weevils, their metal arms reaching out with molten glass, roamed the huge casserole, ceaselessly patching and repairing. from the blackness of the living room. "These are not Optimum Dome Conditions!" the voice wailed. "The temperature is not rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting Lanfierre had undoubtedly been affected by his job. "I told him not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, Lanfierre had become an admirer of eccentricity. He came to see that "What have I done?" Lanfierre asked in the monotone of shock. "I'm not sure what's going to come of this," he said to Lanfierre with an astonishing amount of objectivity, "but the entire dome air supply is now coming through my bedroom." up the stairs. He found Lanfierre standing outside the bedroom with a Fownes took the wheel. It was off a 1995 Studebaker. Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes. "Sometimes his house shakes ," Lanfierre said. "Is there something I can turn?" Lanfierre asked. ," Lanfierre said, shaking his head. ?" he asked in a somewhat patronizing tone of voice. Lanfierre sat stiffly behind the wheel, affronted. The cynical MacBride was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He ," Lanfierre murmured. "I knew that much." to MacBride. After years of searching for differences Lanfierre had the house toward the side of the dome. "It says here," Fownes shouted over the roaring, "that Dorothy traveled from Kansas to Oz in a twister and that ... and that Oz is a wonderful and mysterious land "I'll tell you something else," Lanfierre went on. "The all close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every single window in the place will drop to its sill." Lanfierre leaned confines of everyday living there's a whole crowd of people in there waiting for a signal—as if they all had something important to say but had to close the windows first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city? And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into "Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Deshazaway!" The dome weevils were going berserk trying to keep up with the ." precipitation. They whirred back and forth at frightful speed, then, emptied of molten glass, rushed to the Trough which they quickly mountainous puffs of glass as he went. "Mrs. Deshazaway!" he shouted. "Is there something I can turn?" Lanfierre asked. Lanfierre and Lieutenant MacBride leaned against their car and waited, MacBride looked at Lanfierre and Lanfierre looked at MacBride and then ," Lanfierre said. "The family of thirsty and clean kids, and he still "He'll be coming out soon," Lanfierre said. "He eats supper next door with a widow. Then he goes to the library. Always the same. Supper at Lanfierre nodded. "I can't wait to see what he's got in there," Lanfierre murmured, of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't noticed. There was a certain amount of vibration, of course. He had a bootleg pipe connected into the dome blower system, and the high-pressure air caused some buffeting against the thin walls of the house. At least, he called it buffeting he'd never thought to watch from outside. draw-pull. Every window slammed shut. "Tight as a kite," he thought, satisfied. He continued on toward the the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. to wall pipes and wall pipes connected to cellar pipes, and they made one gigantic skeleton that began to rattle its bones and dance as high-pressure air from the dome blower rushed in, slowly opening the Studebaker valve wider and wider.... practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die." my husbands of their life force and when they're empty I carry their bodies outside on my way to the justice of the peace." "As long as there are people," he said philosophically, "there'll be talk." "But it's the air! Why don't they talk about that? The air is stale, particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. worse for him." "I don't seem to mind the air." they'll find out? will. It's my fault, I guess. I talk too much. And I don't always tell the truth. To be completely honest with you, Mr. Fownes, it wasn't the old customs at all standing between us, it was air. I can't to be courted and when they hear that they'll be around to ask me a "But my dear Mr. Fownes," she said, leaning across the table. "We're lost, you and I." "Not if we could leave the dome," Fownes said quietly. "That's impossible! How?" or is it the other way around? No matter. How would you like the dome." "I see." " " Mrs. Deshazaway rose, paced slowly to the window and then came back to the table, standing directly over Fownes. "If you can get us outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays warm long enough look of such intense abstraction on his features that Lanfierre felt a Lanfierre sighed.) eighty. She spent her days reading ancient library cards and, like the unintelligibility. "Here's one," she said to him as he entered. " Gulliver's Travels. stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. "We live in a dome," the leader said, "for lack of something. An invention! What is the one thing that the great technological societies before ours could not invent, obtained the insight. "If a sound foreign policy can't be created the only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the movement into domes began— by common consent of the governments . This is known as self-containment." Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be arranged for him to get out. "Out?" the leader said, frowning. "Out? Out where?" "Outside the dome." "Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and leave." ." "Nonsense. Ridiculous! You have to be prepared for the Open Country.

<question>:
What is Lanfierre's profession?

<options>:
A He ensnares and imprisons rogue citizens in the Dome
B He has no job -- he is a criminal from the Movement
C He reports instances of divergence from Dome policy
D He trafficks humans from the outside world into the Dome

<answer>:

C