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 warning you, Tremaine. Get that transmitter. I need someone to hang!" Tremaine took off his hat. "Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while, though." came to the counter and put out his hand. "How are you, Jimmy? What brings you back to the boondocks?" "Let's go somewhere and sit down, Jess." In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." Jess nodded. "I heard you were with the guv'ment." "It won't take long to tell we don't know much yet." Tremaine covered "Hold it, Jimmy. To me it just looks like a beer ad. I'll take your word for it." "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this section. I'm not sure of a damn thing, but I think that transmitter's near here. Now, have you got any ideas?" "I didn't expect any easy answers, Jess. But I was hoping maybe you had something ..." "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." "Still just the same, Jimmy. Comes in town maybe once a week, buys his groceries and hikes back out to his place by the river." "Well, what about him?" "Nothing. But he's the town's mystery man. You know that. A little touched in the head." "There were a lot of funny stories about him, I remember," Tremaine I never did go. We kids used to play in the caves near his place, and sometimes he gave us apples." "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. "But you know how this town is about foreigners, especially when they're a mite addled. Bram has blue eyes and blond hair—or did before it turned white—and he "Oh?" Tremaine stubbed out his cigarette, lit another. "What happened they'll make jail age." "Why Bram?" Tremaine persisted. "As far as I know, he never had any dealings to speak of with anybody here in town." "Oh hoh, you're a little young, Jimmy," Jess chuckled. "You never knew about Mr. Bram—the young Mr. Bram—and Linda Carroll." Tremaine shook his head. think she was some kind of princess...." "What about her and Bram? A romance?" Jess rocked his chair back on two legs, looked at the ceiling, frowning. "This would ha' been about nineteen-oh-one. I was no more'n boot. Like I said, Linda Carroll wanted nothin to do with the local 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 practically. Just before sundown they went off together in that fancy shay. And the next day, she was home again—alone. That finished off her reputation, as far as the biddies in Elsby was concerned. It was Tremaine got to his feet. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess. Meantime, I'm just a tourist, seeing the sights." "What about that gear of yours? Didn't you say you had some kind of "Hold it, Jimmy. You're over my head." Jess got to his feet. "Let me 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 Tremaine. 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 It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where Tremaine waited. 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. Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked "Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine." before handing it to Tremaine. Tremaine?" "That's just what I don't want. If our bird sees cops cruising, he'll go underground." "You've got it all figured, I see. I'm just the dumb hick you boys use Back in his room, Tremaine put through a call. "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out "There'll be nothing done against him, Miss Carroll ... unless it needs to be in the national interest." "What does he do for a living?" "I have no idea." "Why did a healthy young fellow like Bram settle out in that isolated piece of country? What's his story?" "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. "I'd be grateful for any lead." "Bram fears the thunder." III As Tremaine walked slowly toward the lighted main street of Elsby a car pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and asked: "Any luck, Jimmy?" "Funny thing about Bram. You know, he hasn't showed up yet. I'm getting a little worried. Want to run out there with me and take a look around?" "Sure. Just so I'm back by full dark." As they pulled away from the curb Jess said, "Jimmy, what's this about State Police nosing around here? I thought you were playing a lone hand from what you were saying to me." "I thought so too, Jess. But it looks like Grammond's a jump ahead of 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 Jess swung the car through the open gate, pulled up under the old trees before the square-built house. The windows were dark. The two men got Tremaine. "Maybe this is more than kid stuff," he said. "You carry a "Better get it." Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket, rejoined Jess inside the house. It was silent, deserted. In the kitchen Jess flicked the beam of his flashlight around the room. An empty plate lay on the oilcloth-covered table. "This place is empty," he said. "Anybody'd think he'd been gone a week." distance. "I'm getting jumpy," said Jess. "Dern hounddog, I guess." light showed a spatter of dark droplets all across the plank floor. "That's blood, Jess...." Tremaine scanned the floor. It was of broad slabs, closely laid, scrubbed clean but for the dark stains. It ended suddenly near the wall. "What do you make of it. Jimmy?" A wail sounded, a thin forlorn cry, trailing off into silence. Jess stared at Tremaine. "I'm too damned old to start believing in spooks," At the station Jess led Tremaine to a cell where a lanky teen-age boy The boy looked directly at Tremaine for an instant, flicked his eyes to hers." "And you mentioned Bram?" The boy darted another look at Tremaine. "They said they figured the spies was out north of town. Well, Bram's a foreigner, and he's out

<question>:
What is the most likely reason why Tremaine confides in Jess about the case?

<options>:
A He knows that Jess is already two steps ahead of him and he wants to catch up.
B He trusts Jess to an extent, and he knows that Jess might have information that could help.
C He knows that Jess might compete with him even more if he doesn't try to work together.
D He's friends with Jess and cares about his well being because he's staying in the town with all of this crime.

<answer>:

B