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

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wire as the scrambler went into operation. "Okay, can you read me all right? I'm set up in Elsby. Grammond's boys damned room crouched over a dial. I'll be out and around for the rest of the afternoon." "I want to see results," the thin voice came back over the filtered hum of the jamming device. "You spent a week with Grammond—I can't wait another. I don't mind telling you certain quarters are pressing area—" and turned in at a yellow brick building with the words ELSBY 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." "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 "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "Is he still around? I remember him as a hundred years old when I was kid." "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?" 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 talks just like everybody else. From a distance he seems just like an "How long's he lived here in Elsby?" then?" "You remember Soup Gaskin? He's got a boy, name of Hull. He's Soup all over again." "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 prescription counter and look nervous. They used to raise cain in the other drug store...." "Soup's been in the pen since then. His boy Hull's the same kind. Him on fire." "What was the idea of that?" "Dunno. Just meanness, I reckon. Not much damage done. A car was passing by and called it in. I had the whole caboodle locked up here for six hours. Then the sob sisters went to work: poor little tyke 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 foot, of course, broad backed, curly yellow hair—and a stranger to 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 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 always did know who busted Soup Gaskin's nose and took out his front teeth." line written in faded ink: "May 19. Acreage sold, One Dollar and other G&amp V consid. NW Quarter Section 24, Township Elsby. Bram. (see Vol. 9 &amp "What's up, mister?" the clerk called after him. "Bram in some kind of trouble?" "No. No trouble." The man was looking at the book with pursed lips. "Nineteen-oh-one," he said. "I never thought of it before, but you know, old Bram must be old Bram. Useta say his place was haunted. You know funny noises and The clerk shrugged. "Thought I'd ask. Anyway—I can swear to this. Nobody in this town's ever seen Bram between sundown and sunup." Untrimmed sumacs threw late-afternoon shadows on the discolored stucco through it, muttering. "What date was it you wanted?" "Nineteen-oh-one Elsby. Mr. Bram will occupy the home and will continue to graze a been a resident of Mrs. Stoate's Guest Home in Elsby for the past A Severe Thunderstorm. Citizens of Elsby and the country were much "Damn!" he said aloud. An elderly man veered, eyeing him sharply. Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked open the door to his car, slid into the seat, made a U-turn, and headed Two miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine "What's your problem, mister?" a harsh voice drawled. "What's the matter? Run out of signal?" "What's it to you, mister?" "Are you boys in touch with Grammond on the car set?" the word, Grammond." doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle." go underground." "You've got it all figured, I see. I'm just the dumb hick you boys use for the spade work, that it?" out a signal. For all I know, it's forty midgets on bicycles, pedalling all over the damned state. I've got fixes in every county—" "You were wise to leave Elsby. There is no future here for a young man." "How long has Mr. Bram lived in Elsby?" "Why did a healthy young fellow like Bram settle out in that isolated him to his house. On the way he told me a terrible and pathetic tale. He said that each night he fought a battle with evil beings, alone, in twisted her fingers together, her eyes fixed on the long past. "When we reached the house, he ran to the kitchen. He lit a lamp and threw open a concealed panel. There were stairs. He went down ... and left me dud, I'm afraid." "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 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 before the square-built house. The windows were dark. The two men got out, circled the house once, then mounted the steps and rapped on the door. There was a black patch of charred flooring under the window, and "In the car." "Better get it." lay on the oilcloth-covered table. "This place is empty," he said. "Anybody'd think he'd been gone a week." "Not a very cozy—" Tremaine broke off. A thin yelp sounded in the distance. "I'm getting jumpy," said Jess. "Dern hounddog, I guess." A low growl seemed to rumble distantly. "What the devil's that?" Tremaine said. Jess shone the light on the floor. "Look here," he said. The ring of 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. "Maybe he cleaned a chicken. This is the kitchen." "It's a trail." Tremaine followed the line of drops across the floor. It ended suddenly near the wall. "What do you make of it. Jimmy?" lounged on a steel-framed cot, blinking up at the visitor under a mop of greased hair. "Cops." "Who says so?" the corner of the cell. "Cops was talkin about 'em," he said. "Spill it, Hull," the policeman said. "Mr. Tremaine hasn't got all night."

<question>:
What kind of area is Elsby?

<options>:
A Rural and old-fashioned
B Urban and busy
C Flashy and rich
D Run-down and dirty

<answer>:

A