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

<passage>:
In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage "Fred, when will you learn to sit on your news breaks until you've got some answers to go with the questions?" "I'm an appointive official," Fred said sharply. "But never mind that. This fellow Margrave—General Margrave. Project Officer for the blame him. An unauthorized transmitter interfering with a Top Secret "I felt a technical man might succeed where a trained investigator warning you, Tremaine. Get that transmitter. I need someone to hang!" Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street Tremaine took off his hat. "Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while, The policeman got to his feet. "Jimmy," he said, "Jimmy Tremaine." He In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a we don't know much yet." Tremaine covered "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "Is he still around? I remember him as a "There were a lot of funny stories about him, I remember," Tremaine "Oh?" Tremaine stubbed out his cigarette, lit another. "What happened "I remember Soup," Tremaine said. "He and his bunch used to come in the drug store where I worked and perch on the stools and kid around with me, and Mr. Hempleman would watch them from over back of the "Why Bram?" Tremaine persisted. "As far as I know, he never had any Tremaine shook his head. guess she was retired by the time you were playing hookey. But her dad had money, and in bucks. There was a big shindy planned. Now, you know Bram was funny about any kind of socializing never would go any place at night. But Tremaine got to his feet. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears "I've got an oversized suitcase," Tremaine said. "I'll be setting it up know if you want anything. And by the way—" he winked broadly—"I always did know who busted Soup Gaskin's nose and took out his front teeth." "MUNICIPAL OFFICE OF RECORD." Tremaine opened the door and went in. Tremaine. "I won't be a minute," Tremaine said. "Just want to check on when the The man turned to Tremaine, pushing a drawer shut with his hip. "Bram? The man came over to the counter, eyeing Tremaine. "He ain't going to Tremaine put a hand on the counter, looked thoughtful. "I was hoping to save a trip." He lifted his hand and scratched the side of his jaw. A folded bill opened on the counter. The thin man's eyes darted toward it. His hand eased out, covered the bill. He grinned quickly. "See what I can do," he said. It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where "No, thanks," Tremaine said. "That's all I needed." He turned back to The clerk looked sideways at Tremaine. "Lots of funny stories about old Bram. Useta say his place was haunted. You know funny noises and lights. And they used to say there was money buried out at his place." "I've heard those stories. Just superstition, wouldn't you say?" "Maybe so." The clerk leaned on the counter, assumed a knowing look. "There's one story that's not superstition...." Tremaine waited. "You—uh—paying anything for information?" "Now why would I do that?" Tremaine reached for the door knob. The clerk shrugged. "Thought I'd ask. Anyway—I can swear to this. The woman darted a suspicious look at Tremaine. "You have to handle "I'll remember." The woman stood by as Tremaine looked over the front Tremaine leafed over, reading slowly. The librarian produced the papers. Tremaine turned the pages, read the The librarian was at Tremaine's side. "I have to close the library now. windows along the side streets. Tremaine turned up his collar against a of the left rear tail fin whipping in the slipstream. Tremaine stopped Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked Two miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine "Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine." before handing it to Tremaine. Tremaine?" on me." "It's nothing we can go to court with, Grammond. And the job you were doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle." Grammond snorted. "Okay, Tremaine," he said. "You're the boy with all the answers. But if you get in trouble, don't call me call Washington." Back in his room, Tremaine put through a call. moonshiners." "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out your famous temper on me. I'm still in charge of this investigation." "Sure. Just don't get stuck in some senator's hip pocket." Tremaine "Miss Carroll," Tremaine said. "You won't remember me, but I—" Only a faint quaver reflected her age—close to eighty, Tremaine that you've amounted to something." "Just another bureaucrat, I'm afraid." "I...." Tremaine started. He looked at the old lady. "I want some "There'll be nothing done against him, Miss Carroll ... unless it needs "I always liked Mr. Bram," said Tremaine. "I'm not out to hurt him." year." "What does he do for a living?" "I have no idea." "I'm ... not sure that anyone truly knows Bram's story." Tremaine stood up. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to grill She paused. Tremaine waited. "This locket," said Tremaine, "do you still have it?" pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and Tremaine shook his head. "I'm getting nowhere fast. The Bram idea's a me. He smells headlines in this he doesn't want to be left out." "Well, the State cops could be mighty handy to have around. I'm wondering why you don't want 'em in. If there's some kind of spy ring working—" "We're up against an unknown quantity. I don't know what's behind this and neither does anybody else. Maybe it's a ring of Bolsheviks ... and maybe it's something bigger. I have the feeling we've made enough empty shotgun shell. He looked at Tremaine. "This don't look good," he Tremaine. "Maybe this is more than kid stuff," he said. "You carry a Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket, Tremaine said. "That's blood, Jess...." Tremaine scanned the floor. It was of broad stared at Tremaine. "I'm too damned old to start believing in spooks," he said. "You suppose those damn-fool boys are hiding here, playing tricks?" "I think." Tremaine said, "that we'd better go ask Hull Gaskin a few questions." heard...." "What did you hear?" "They're lookin for the spies." "Who's looking for spies?" "Cops." "Who says so?" The boy looked directly at Tremaine for an instant, flicked his eyes to "Spill it, Hull," the policeman said. "Mr. Tremaine hasn't got all me over and asked me a bunch of questions. Said I could help 'em get them spies. Wanted to know all about any funny-actin people around hers." The boy darted another look at Tremaine. "They said they figured the

<question>:
Why is Tremaine considered the best person to conduct this investigation?

<options>:
A He knows the people and the area.
B He has special training.
C He has extra time.
D He has money to pay people bribes.

<answer>:

A