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

<passage>:
temples. Her crimson mouth wore a fixed smile. Her eyes were frightened. The man, who had accompanied the singer on the piano, sat at the foot of the stage, his back to the crowded tables. He did not look up at the singer but kept his pale, immature face bent over the keys, while his fingers lightly, automatically picked out the tune. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, plastered his white coat to his back. hung faultlessly. His black hair was close-cropped, his nose thin and aquiline. For a moment he studied the crowded garden before making his way to a vacant table. "Go on," said the pianist in a flat voice. "I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan." It was the first time You've got to find him, Jaro. He's stirring up all Mercury." "Who's putting up the money?" "I can't tell you." Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. He felt something brush "What's coming off here?" growled a petulant male voice. Other voices took up the plaint. There was no answer. "Red!" he repeated, louder. He wondered who was putting up the ten thousand Earth notes? Who stood to lose most in case of a revolution? The answer seemed obvious enough. Who, but Albert Peet. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe. a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well in the dark as any alley-prowling cat. For centuries they had lived most their lives beneath ground to escape the terrible rays of the sun. Only at night did they emerge to work their fields and ply their no expression in his yellow eyes. "She and the man, the queer white one who plays the piano, slipped out Jaro shrugged, dismissed the waiter. He had not expected to get much information from the waiter, but he was not a man to overlook any possibility. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have engineered it in the dark and the Mercurians were a clannish lot. Back on the narrow alley-like street Jaro Moynahan headed for his either side: buildings with walls four feet thick to keep out the heat of the sun. Beneath his feet, he knew, stretched a labyrinth of rooms and passages. Somewhere in those rat-runs was Karfial Hodes, the revolutionist, and the girl. At infrequent intervals green globes cut a hole in the night, casting a faint illumination. He had just passed one of these futile street lamps flattened himself in a doorway. Nothing stirred. There was no further sound. Again he started forward, but now he was conscious of shadows following him. They were never visible, but to his trained ears there came stealthy, revealing noises: the brush of cloth against the baked earth walls, the sly shuffle of a step. He ducked down a bisecting alley, faded into a doorway. Immediately all sounds of pursuit stopped. But as soon as he emerged he was conscious again of the followers. In the dense, humid night, he was like a blind man trying to elude the cat-eyed Mercurians. out again for his hostelry. He made no further effort to elude the followers. Once back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes, rebuckled on the shoulder holster, slipped into pajamas. The pajamas were blue with wide gaudy stripes. Next he lit a cigarette and stretching out on the bed began to contemplate his toes with singular interest. He had, he supposed, killed rather a lot of men. He had fought in was little doubt but that he had killed quite a number of men. But this business of hunting a man through the rat-runs beneath the city was out of his line. Furthermore, there was something phony about the entire set up. speculation. He swung his bare feet over the edge of the bed, stood up and ground out his cigarette. Before he could reach the door the rapping came again. Throwing off the latch, he stepped back, balancing on the balls of his then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his Jaro said nothing. He ignored the hand, waited, poised like a cat. of business, urgent business. I had not intended to appear in this matter. I preferred to remain behind the scenes, but the disappearance of Miss Mikail has—ah—forced my hand." He paused. whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases. He doubted that even she remembered her right name. "Perhaps. I have a large interest in the Latonka trade. It is—ah—lucrative." Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why Jaro laughed. "How did you know Red had been kidnapped?" Jaro raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps then you know where she is?" A second rapping at the door caused them to exchange glances. Jaro went entrance. His black eyes burned holes in his pale boyish face. His white suit was blotched with sweat and dirt. "It's for you," said Jaro over his shoulder. the door shut after him. Jaro lit a cigarette. He padded nervously back and forth across the room, his bare feet making no noise. He sat down on the edge of the bed. He got up and ground out the cigarette. He went to the door, but did not open it. Instead, he took another turn about the room. Again he a long time he listened but could distinguish no murmur of voices. With an oath he threw open the door. The hall was empty. Jaro returned to his room, stripped off his pajamas, climbed back into reeling off the current events almost as soon as they happened. Jaro Jaro descended the incline to the network of burrows which served Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the cool gloom, and Jaro had to feel his way, rubbing shoulders with the Jaro halted before a door bearing a placard which read: inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices "Stanley, I thought I left you in the native quarter. Why did you through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro "What're you sneaking around here for?" Jaro settled himself warily, his light blue eyes flicking over the youth. The youth's black eyes were hot as coals, his fingers twitching. His hands began to creep upward. "You dirty ..." he began, but he got no further. Jaro Moynahan shot him hurled him against the wall. Jaro vaulted the rail, deftly relieved him The door to the inner sanctum swung open. "What's happened?" cried Albert Peet in distress. "What's wrong with Jaro's attention. "Poor boy?" said Jaro mildly. "Venomous little rattlesnake. I took Jaro eyed him coldly as with his good hand the youth dropped the dart Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said: There's something I must know. It's important." He cleared his throat. "Don't you find the heat rather uncomfortable, Miss Webb. But perhaps Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room. Jaro said nothing. Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly. "Sorry," said Jaro Jaro got up, keeping an eye on Albert Peet, brushed off his knees. Without answering, Jaro backed watchfully from the room. his handkerchief. Whatever was going on, these boys played for keeps. Warily he started down the passage toward the native quarter. At the " said Jaro coming up behind her and poking a long brown finger here that I'm particularly anxious to get to the bottom of. I thought you might be able to help me." Jaro's order.

<question>:
Why did Jaro sneak out of his hostelry?

<options>:
A he wanted his money from Mr. Peet
B he wanted to meet Joan
C he was in need of more Latonka
D he wanted to figure out the mystery

<answer>:

D