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

<passage>:
there. Pembroke was only in it to Frank Pembroke sat behind type." It was obvious that the liquor had been having some effect. Either that, or she had a basic in tears. to be precisely what Pembroke the woman persisted in her for any obvious reason, but because under all circumstances. Mary Ann talked and talked and talked. But then, Mary Ann was not a human being. When she left the hotel at midnight, Pembroke was quite sure that she understood his plan and winked at him and snickered. hungry, he began to study the others in the restaurant. Many of the faces seemed familiar the crew of the ship, probably. He also recognized several of the passengers. However, he made no attempt to speak to going out anyway. He picked up Mary Ann at her apartment and together they thirty, tossed back her long, chestnut locks and gazed up intently at Pembroke as he passed. Seldom had he enjoyed so ingenuous an invitation. He halted and stared down at her for a few moments. "You are looking for someone?" she inquired. "Much of the time," said the man. "Could it be me?" the city. Pembroke and Mary Ann took turns firing at the paper Pembroke smiled, uneasily. There was something not entirely normal about her conversation. Though the rest of her compensated Please help me, please!" "You're not casual enough, for one thing," said Pembroke, deciding to play along with her for the moment. "You're too tense. "How about talking it over at supper tonight?" Pembroke proposed. handed it to him. "Any time after six," she said. Pembroke left the beach and walked through several small specialty shops. He tried to get the woman off his mind, but the oddness of her conversation continued to bother him. She was sounded as if she had been giving some womanly thought to the situation. smiled up at him as he stared. "Can I help you, sir?" a middle-aged saleswoman inquired. Pembroke watched with lifted eyebrows as the clerk whisked the counter. "What the hell was that?" Pembroke demanded. loitered around the stalls where hot dogs and soft drinks were sold, leaning against a post in "Oh, you know—or don't you? talking excitedly. They were discussing a ship. It was leaving that afternoon. Anyone who "Don't try to go so fast and you won't fall down," suggested Pembroke. "You're in too much concerned about anything but his own speech and behavior, he assumed that they had all qualified with Mary Ann. She smiled happily when she recognized him. admonished her in a whisper. "Walk on ahead." She obeyed. He followed. The crowd grew thicker. They neared the docks and Pembroke saw that booths. When it was their turn, he and Mary Ann Pembroke watched him hurry off to service a car with a sense of having been given the runaround. each went into separate ones. Pembroke found himself alone in the little room. "What is your name?" queried a metallic voice from a speaker on the wall. a surly voice. "Occupation?" passengers," said Pembroke. "Right," said the attendant, giving with his perfect smile. "That's for sure," the boy said, walking away to wait on another place, you've had it." Pembroke returned to the hotel. Going to the bar, he recognized one of the passengers. He was a short, rectangular little man in his fifties named Spencer. He sat in a Then she saw him. Waving booth with three young women, of the conversation turned out all lovely, all effusive. The topic frantically, she called his name several times. Pembroke mingled with the crowd moving toward the ship, ignoring her. But still shouting. Sidling up to a well-dressed "I thought it made me look sexy," the redhead said petulantly. "Just be yourself, gal," Spencer drawled, jabbing her intimately with a fat elbow, "and man-about-town type, Pembroke "Me, me," the blonde with a pass the interview. Don't know why they even make 'em." Suddenly Mary Ann was quiet. feather cut was insisting. "What is wrong with me?" you'll qualify." hate that?" "Naw, that's part of your charm," Spencer assured her. "How 'bout me, sugar," asked the girl with the coal black hair. "Yeah, I reckon there is at that," said Pembroke, snickering again as he moved away from the other. "And why not? Hey? Why not?" lost interest in him. They got up one by one and walked out of the bar. Pembroke took his rum and tonic and moved over to Spencer's booth. "Okay if I join you?" "Sure," said the fat man. Pembroke was explaining to the police how he had drifted far "Wonder what the hell got into those babes?" from the scene of the sinking of Spencer, peering at him suspiciously. "Maybe you've figured out where we are." over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke gazed without emotion at in the corner. His watch said one-fifteen. The man from the you would give me a few minutes of honest criticism." "Ah, no, not you, too," groaned Spencer. "Look, Joe, what's the gag?" "You are newcomers, Mr. Spencer," Valencia explained. "You are therefore in an excellent position to point out our Spencer. "I've got more important things to do than to worry about your troubles. You look soon, once the FBI agent had got Otherwise, you may appear to be self-conscious about it." Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but saw with amazement that it was exactly this that Valencia was seeking. Pembroke was amused at his companion's reaction but observed that Spencer still failed to see the point. "Also, there is a certain effeminateness you speak," said Pembroke. "Try to be a little more direct, a little more brusque. Speak in a monotone. It will make you more acceptable." "Thank you so much," said the for thought in what you have said, Mr. Pembroke. However, Mr. Spencer, your value has failed to prove itself. You have only yourself to blame. Cooperation is all we require of you." Valencia left. Spencer ordered another martini. Neither he nor Pembroke spoke for several minutes. "Somebody's crazy around here," the fat man muttered pretty hit-or-miss operation. But they don't care one bit about us, Spencer. Consider the men who went down with the ship. That was just part of the game." "What the hell are you sayin'?" asked Spencer in disbelief. "You figure Valencia and the waitress and the three babes? Ah, come on." "It's what you think that will determine what you do, Spencer. I suggest you change your attitude play along with them for a about it again then." Pembroke rose and started out of the bar. A policeman entered and walked directly to Spencer's table. Loitering at the juke box, Pembroke overheard the conversation. "You Spencer?" "That's right," said the fat man sullenly. "What don't you like about me? The "Ah, hell! Nothin' wrong with you at all, and nothin'll make me say there is," said Spencer. "You're the guy, all right. Too Pembroke heard the shots as he strolled casually out into the brightness of the hotel lobby. he had bought. Then he took Mary Ann, the woman he had met on the beach, out to dinner. and the pale chartreuse gown she wore hardly placed her in that category. Her conversation seemed considerably more normal after the other denizens of listened to that afternoon. After eating they danced for an hour, had a few more drinks, then went to Pembroke's room. He still knew nothing about her and had almost exhausted his critical capabilities, but not once had she become annoyed with

<question>:
Why do the cops shoot Spencer?

<options>:
A Spencer is not cooperating.
B Spencer was on to them. He was about to expose their whole operation.
C They thought Spencer was an android.
D Spencer was speaking too brusquely to the three women in the bar.

<answer>:

A