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

<passage>:
"The biggest, most convincing liar wins. It's as simple as Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest 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 Meyerhoff blinked. "Well—yes. Oh, yes, they're perfectly logical." Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his day! Lucky they sent you, pal. Why, I've been in here for years—" "Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your pal," Meyerhoff snapped. "And you've been here for two and the judge banged the gavel for silence. As soon as Zeckler had taken his seat on the witness stand, the judge turned to gaunt face of the prisoner. Zeckler's face was dark with a week's beard, and his bloodshot eyes belied the cocky grin as bad as your gentle guards when it comes to bandying a little. "So Harry Zeckler's in a jam again," he said. and say it." Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. "You want to convict me," he said softly, "in the worst sort of way. Isn't that right?" that?" Zeckler's eyes widened. "What do you mean, fool? So I spend a couple of weeks in this pneumonia trap. The deal was to get you." 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 "Well, it made me out a liar in a class they couldn't approach, didn't it?" Meyerhoff's face was purple with anger. "Oh, indeed it did! Meyerhoff. "They'll probably drop a little fine on me and let me go." Zeckler's grin broadened, and he leaned back luxuriously. "Ah, well. After all, the Trading Alliance was your "Eh?" Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. "That—uh—jury trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to Zeckler went white. "But that money was in banking custody!" "Is that right? My goodness. You don't suppose they could have lost those papers, do you?" Meyerhoff grinned at the little con-man. "And incidentally, you're under arrest, you know." A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. " Arrest! " "Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you? Conspiring to undermine the rosy-cheeked, dapper, cocksure little man who had talked his way glibly in and out of more jams than Meyerhoff could count. Trading brought scalpers trial." Zeckler spluttered. "There's no evidence—you've got nothing on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?" "A 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 Lying is the time-honored tradition, with their entire legal system built around it." Zeckler snorted. "But how could they possibly have a legal 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 Meyerhoff smiled coolly. "You're going to get your sly little arrangement," he said. "They must have gotten the idea fast." flanked by two clerks, who took their places beside him. The prosecutor eyed Zeckler with cold malevolence, then turned and delivered a sly wink at the judge. In a moment the room was a hubbub as it filled with the court. "We are reading the case of the people of Altair I," the judge's voice roared out, "against one Harry Zeckler—" he hereby accused of the following crimes," the judge bellowed. "Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of and bribery—" The judge pounded the bench for order—"Espionage with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation Now wait a minute! " Zeckler was on his feet, wild-eyed. "What kind of railroad job—" The judge blinked disappointedly at Paul Meyerhoff. "Not muttered. "Have the prosecutor call his first witness," said Meyerhoff. Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. "These charges," he whispered. "They're insane!" "Of course they are," Meyerhoff whispered back. Zeckler's face, another on the prosecutor, and closing the third as if in meditation. "I think it happened on the fourth night 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 voice he forced me back against the wall. I could see by the 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 feet. "This witness can't even remember what night he's talking about!" his bundle of notes. "Overruled," he said abruptly. "Continue, please." The witness glowered at Zeckler. "As I was saying before this loutish interruption," he muttered, "I could see that I was face to face with the most desperate of criminal types, even Meyerhoff. "Listen to him! Why should I care where their weapon which ate great, gaping holes in the sides of buildings. A third witness took the stand, continuing the drone as the room grew hotter and muggier. Zeckler grew paler and paler, his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. "But it's not 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 "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 and lied to her, coerced her all-powerful goodness to their own evil interests, preparing for the day when they could persuade 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 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 Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. "It—it doesn't look so good," he muttered. tell." Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. "This lying business," he said finally, "exactly how does it work?"

<question>:
Relationship between Harry Zeckler and Paul Meyeroff?

<options>:
A Meyeroff is Zeckler's legal representation
B Meyeroff is an official sent to extradite Zeckler
C Zeckler is a con man for Meyeroff
D Zeckler abetted in a crime that Meyeroff perpetrated

<answer>:

B