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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Grannie Annie, who wrote science fiction under the nom de plume of Annabella C. Flowers, had stumbled onto a murderous plot more hair-raising than any she had ever concocted. And the danger from the villain of the piece didn't worry her—I was the guy he was shooting at. shoulder. "Beg pardon, thir," he said with his racial lisp, "thereth thome one to thee you in the main lounge." His eyes rolled as he added, "A lady!" A woman here...! The Spacemen's was a sanctuary, a rest club where Grannie Annie! voluminous black dress with one of those doily-like caps on her head, tied by a ribbon under her chin. Her high-topped button shoes were planted firmly on the varpla carpet and her wrinkled face was set in I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. "Grannie Annie! I "Hi, Billy-boy," she greeted calmly. "Will you please tell this friend of yourth, you'll have to take her away. It'th abtholutely againth the ruleth...." and Grannie Annie her usual whisky sour—I waited until she had tossed this place had some antiquated laws. Pure fiddle-faddle, that's what they are. Anyway, I've been thrown out of better places." She hadn't changed. To her publishers and her readers she might be Annabella C. Flowers, author of a long list of science fiction novels. But to me she was still Grannie Annie, as old-fashioned as last year's hat, as modern as an atomic motor. She had probably written more drivel in the name of science fiction than anyone alive. But the public loved it. They ate up her stories, and they clamored for more. Her annual income totaled into six figures, and her publishers sat back and massaged their digits, watching their earnings mount. One thing you had to admit about her books. They may have been dime novels, but they weren't synthetic. If Annabella C. Flowers wrote a novel, and the locale was the desert of Mars, she packed her carpet bag and hopped a liner for Craterville. If she cooked up a feud between two expeditions on Callisto, she went to Callisto. She was the most completely delightful crackpot I had ever known. "What happened to rolled herself a cigarette. "It wasn't ." I grinned. "All complete, I'll bet, with threats against the universe and beautiful Earth heroines dragged in by the hair." "What else is there in science fiction?" she demanded. "You can't have your hero fall in love with a bug-eyed monster." Up on the wall a clock chimed the hour. The old woman jerked to her packed with miners, freight-crew-men—all the tide and wash of humanity that made Swamp City the frontier post it is. yet." The piano struck a chord in G, and the curtain went rattling up. On the stage four Earthmen, two Martians, two Venusians, and one Mercurian planetoles . "One thing more. As usual we have with us a guest star who will match her wits with the experts. May I present that renowned writer of science fiction, Annabella C. Flowers." From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place Doctor Universe nodded and turned to Grannie Annie who had raised her And so it went. Questions from Mars, from Earth, from Saturn flowed in the visi sets. Isolated miners on Jupiter, dancers in swank Plutonian cafes strove to stump the experts. With Doctor Universe offering bantering side play, the experts gave their answers. When they failed, It grew a little tiresome after a while and I wondered why Grannie had Pompous and erect, he strode back and forth across the stage like a general surveying his army. His black eyes gleamed, and his thin lips were turned in a smile of satisfaction. Grannie Annie came out from behind the box office then. She took my arm "Billy-boy, did you see the way that crowd acted?" ought to clamp down." "The I.P. men aren't strong enough." She said it quietly, but there was a glitter in her eyes and a harsh line about her usually smiling lips. "What do you mean?" weeks in-country. I got some swell background material, and I met Ezra Karn...." "Who?" I interrupted. "An old prospector who lives out in the deep marsh on the outskirts of and lack of energy. As the period of exposure increases, this condition develops into a sense of impotence and a desire for leadership or guidance. Occasionally, as with the weak-willed, there is a spirit of intolerance. The Green Flames might be said to be an inorganic opiate, a thousand times more subtle and more powerful than any known drug." I was sitting up now, hanging on to the woman's every word. Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor. an old space ship. The hold of that space ship was packed with Green Flames!" If Grannie expected me to show surprise at that, she was disappointed. "So everything, Billy-boy. Do you realize what such a thing would mean existence, and it fell into the wrong hands, there'd be trouble. Earth." "I see," I said as she lapsed into silence. "And now you've come to the conclusion that the details of your story were true and that someone is attempting to put your plot into action." Grannie nodded. "Yes," she said. "That's exactly what I think." your thief ... Doctor Universe?" She regarded me evenly. "What makes you say that?" I shrugged. en masse ." If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of approaching danger. Grannie Annie leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the We had traveled this far by ganet , the tough little two headed pack animal of the Venus hinterland. Any form of plane or rocket would have had its motor instantly destroyed, of course, by the magnetic force It was around the camp fire that night that Grannie took me into her tent. For some time I stood there, lost in thought. Could I believe Grannie's incredible story? Or was this another of her fantastic plots which she had skilfully blended into a novel? appeared. Grannie gave a single warning: Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed. cafe in Swamp City. Exactly." Grannie Annie halted at the door of her tent and faced me with earnest eyes. "Billy-boy, our every move is Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the "What do you mean?" Grannie paused in the act of rolling herself a Earthmen. Strictly speaking, they're no more than a form of energy." "Dangerous?" "Yes and no. Only man I ever heard of who escaped their country outside "Laugh?" A scowl crossed Grannie's face. Grannie frowned in annoyance, but the prospector was adamant. He about us in hordes. The next day an indefinable wave of weariness and despondency beset our entire party. I caught myself musing over the futility of the venture. Only the pleadings of Grannie Annie kept me from turning back. On the morrow I realized the truth in her warning, Grannie gazed a long moment through binoculars. "Billy-boy, take three "Up we go, Billy-boy." Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to There was no sign of life. "Somebody's gone to a lot of trouble here," Ezra Karn observed. Grannie stamped her foot. "It's maddening," she said. "Here we are at

<question>:
Why is Billy so drawn to Grannie Annie?

<options>:
A She knows about the Green Flame and Billy wants to know more about them.
B Her writing wows him.
C She's a famous author. He's naturally drawn to that fame.
D She's an eccentric adventurer at heart, and compelling.

<answer>:

D