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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intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force." "I'll carry it, sealed," Retief said. "That way nobody can sweat it out of me." Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets inside. "Less than four hours to departure time," he said. "I'd better not start any long books." "You'd better waste no time getting over to Indoctrination," Magnan said. Retief stood up. "If I hurry, maybe I can catch the cartoon." Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds "You'd better be getting started," Magnan said, shuffling papers. "You're right," Retief said. "If I work at it, I might manage a snootful by takeoff." He went to the door. "No objection to my checking out a needler, is there?" and a plastic snakeskin cummerbund groomed his fingernails, watching Retief from the corner of his eye. Retief glanced at him. The clerk smiled pityingly. "It's my lunch hour," he said. "I'll be open in an hour." He held up a thumb nail, frowned at it. "If I have to come around this counter," Retief said, "I'll feed that thumb to you the hard way." Retief looked at him. "Some ... ah ... VIP's required accommodation," he said. He hooked canceled. You'll have to try to get space on the Four-Planet Line ship next—" "Which gate?" Retief said. "For ... ah...?" "Well," the clerk said. "Gate 19," he added quickly. "But—" Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign reading To Gates 16-30 "Another smart alec," the clerk said behind him. Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a against the handrail. "On your way, bub," he said. Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a right into the guard's midriff. He stepped aside as the man doubled and A cabin boy in stained whites came along the corridor. "Which way to cabin fifty-seven, son?" Retief asked. Retief put his bag down. He turned at a sound behind him. A tall, florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder. "Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out." He rolled a cold eye at Retief as out of here, fellow! You're keeping Mr. Tony waiting." "Too bad," Retief said. "Finders keepers." Tony's room." "I don't know Mr. Tony. He'll have to bull his way into other quarters." "We'll see about you, mister." The man turned and went out. Retief face of the thick-necked man appeared cautiously around the door jamb. "Mister, you must be—" "If you'll excuse me," Retief said, "I want to catch a nap." He flipped the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed. Five minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open. Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye stared at Retief. "You'd better be getting back to the bridge, Captain," Retief said. "We're due to lift in twenty minutes." "—twenty minutes ... uniform Code ... gonna do?" "Close the door as you leave," Retief said. The thick-necked man paused at the door. "We'll see you when you come out." "Givin' you the cold shoulder, heh, Mister?" "Looks like it, old-timer," Retief said. "Maybe I'd better go join the skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun." "Feller has to be mighty careless who he eats with to set over there." "You set right where you're at, Mister. I'll rustle you up a plate." Five minutes later, Retief cut into a thirty-two ounce Delmonico backed Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct, As Retief watched, four men arose from the table and sauntered across the room. The first in line, a stony-faced thug with a broken ear, took "You must want to get to Jorgensen's pretty bad," the thug said in a grating voice. "What's your game, hick?" Retief looked at the coffee cup, picked it up. The thug squinted at Retief. "A wise hick," he began. With a flick of the wrist, Retief tossed the coffee into the thug's Retief looked at Mr. Tony, still standing open-mouthed. "You can take your playmates away now, Tony," he said. "And don't bother to come around yourself. You're not funny enough." "Sure, Mister. Anything else?" "I'll think of something," Retief said. "This is shaping up into one of those long days." "Sure. What have they got against my going to Jorgensen's Worlds?" aboard for Jorgensen's?" Don't know what we even run in there for." "Where are the passengers we have aboard headed?" "To Alabaster. That's nine days' run in-sector from Jorgensen's. You ain't got another one of them cigars, have you?" "Have one, Chip. I guess I was lucky to get space on this ship." Behind the alien, the captain hovered nervously. snappers." "Last chance," Retief said. Skaw stood poised, open pincers an inch from Retief's eyes. aboard, don't bother to call." "They won't need it. Tell 'em to sheer off their fun is over." "You'd better take the captain's advice, Chip. There's no point in your "You shoulda had that door locked." He stood by the door, listening, then turned to Retief. "You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?" "That's right, Chip." "A 2mm needler. Why?" "The orders cap'n give was to change course fer Alabaster. We're by-passin' Jorgensen's Worlds. We'll feel the course change any minute." Retief lit the cigar, reached under the mattress and took out a "I think we'd better call in at Jorgensen's." "You do, huh?" the captain sat down. "I'm in command of this vessel," he said. "I'm changing course for Alabaster." "I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster," Retief said. "So just hold your course for Jorgensen's." "Not bloody likely." "You busted it, you—" "And one to go," Retief said. "Tell him." he said. "Hold your present course until you hear from me." He dropped the mike and looked up at Retief. "What are you going to do?" the captain demanded. Retief settled himself in a chair. "Instead of strangling you, as you deserve," he said, "I'm going to stay here and help you hold your course for Jorgensen's Worlds." The captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark. Retief took out the needler and put it on the desk before him. "If anything happens that I don't like," he said, "I'll wake you up.

<question>:
Why did the captain try to change course away from Jorgenon's Worlds?

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A Jorgenson's World doesn't have enough trade value to warrant the trip.
B Retief killed Skaw, and it angered Mr. Tony, who ordered him to change course.
C He needs to get away from the Soettie after Skaw's death.
D He wants to drop Retief off at Alabaster instead.

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B