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

<passage>:
believe it." Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?" any interference." Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement. "Wait a minute," he said tensely. "To tell them a lie that they'd have to believe—a lie they simply couldn't Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping "No, no, I've got a problem in the bag!" Zeckler's cheeks flushed. "Let's go back in there—I think I've got an answer!" The courtroom quieted the moment they opened the door, and the judge banged the gavel for silence. As soon as Zeckler had taken his seat on the witness stand, the judge turned to the head juryman. "Now, then," he said with happy finality. The judge stared down at Zeckler as if he were a bug on a a little. "So Harry Zeckler's in a jam again," he said. rock. "Oh, yes. You had something else to say. Well, go ahead Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. "You want and say it." Zeckler's eyes widened. "What do you mean, fool? So I You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing Zeckler stood up shakily. "You can't believe anything the natives say," he said uneasily. "They're pathological liars. Why, you should see what they tried to sell so badly they don't want anything to do with us." Zeckler's grin broadened, and he leaned back luxuriously. "Ah, well. After all, the Trading Alliance was your lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. "That—uh—jury trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial Zeckler went white. "But that money was in banking custody!" "Is that right? My goodness. You don't suppose they could A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. " Arrest! " Zeckler spluttered. "There's no evidence—you've got nothing social practices of the alien victims made it unwise to tamper with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but 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 a study in troubled concentration. "But I didn't do Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their Zeckler snorted. "But how could they possibly have a legal Meyerhoff sighed. "You've got twelve mad Altairians in your Zeckler was visibly shaken. "Look," he said weakly, "so I wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you going to sit quietly by and let them butcher me? How could with twelve chairs—larger chairs, with a railing running along the front. The rest of the room was filled almost to the door with seats facing the bench. Zeckler followed the shaggy-haired In the back of the room a door burst open with a bang. Loud, harsh voices were heard as half a dozen of the huge Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room flanked by two clerks, who took their places beside him. The prosecutor eyed Zeckler with cold malevolence, then turned down at Zeckler with all three eyes, and pounded the bench top with a wooden mallet until the roar of activity subsided. The court. "We are reading the case of the people of Altair I," the judge's voice roared out, "against one Harry Zeckler—" he paused for a long, impressive moment—"Terran." The courtroom immediately burst into an angry growl, until the judge Karzan at the third hour before dawn in the second period after his arrival. Desecration of the Temple of our beloved Goddess Zermat, Queen of the Harvest. Conspiracy with the lesser gods to cause the unprecedented drought in the Dermatti section of our fair globe. Obscene exposure of his pouch-marks " Now wait a minute! " Zeckler was on his feet, wild-eyed. "What kind of railroad job—" The Altairian shrugged indifferently. "Now—later—" he muttered. Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. "These charges," he whispered. "They're insane!" "Of course they are," Meyerhoff whispered back. puzzled note, "—Goddess?" The witness removed the paw from the rock pile long enough to scratch his ear. Then he replaced it, and replied, "Of course," Zeckler's face, another on the prosecutor, and closing the third as if in meditation. "I think it happened on the fourth night of the seventh crossing of Altair II (may the Goddess cast Zeckler—"stopped me in my tracks with a vicious cry. He had a weapon I'd never seen before, and before I could find my cruel glint in his eyes that there was no warmth, no sympathy in his heart, that I was—" "Objection!" Zeckler squealed plaintively, jumping to his unless I would tell him where he could find the resting place of our blessed Goddess—" "I never saw him before in my life," Zeckler moaned to Meyerhoff. "Listen to him! Why should I care where their Goddess—" A third witness took the stand, continuing the drone as the room grew hotter and muggier. Zeckler grew paler and paler, low intelligence. The only thing in the world they have any respect for is a liar bigger and more skillful than they are." Zeckler jerked around abruptly as he heard his name bellowed out. "Does the defendant have anything to say before the jury delivers the verdict?" "Do I have—" Zeckler was across the room in a flash, his pale cheeks suddenly taking on a feverish glow. He sat down "Your lives, your land, everything you hold dear," Zeckler true. But in every instance, I was working with heart and soul, risking my life, for the welfare of your beautiful planet." There was a loud hiss from the back of the court. Zeckler Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II, Somebody in the middle of the court burst out laughing. One by one the natives nudged one another, and booed, and guffawed, until the rising tide of racket drowned out Zeckler's words. "The defendant is obviously lying," roared the prosecutor over the pandemonium. "Any fool knows that the Goddess can't be bribed. How could she be a Goddess if she could?" Zeckler grew paler. "But—perhaps they were very clever—" "And how could they flatter her, when she knows, beyond Somehow, Zeckler managed to stumble from the witness stand, amid riotous boos and hisses, and tottered into the anteroom. Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. "This lying business," he said finally, "exactly how does it work?"

<question>:
Why do the Altairians let Zeckler go?

<options>:
A They let Zeckler go because he did not murder any Altairians.
B They let Zeckler go because he is the best liar.
C They let Zeckler go because Altairian law doesn't apply to Earthmen.
D They let Zeckler go because he converted to the religion of the Altairian Goddess.

<answer>:

B