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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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] asteroid, was plainly flabbergasted. Not in his wildest imaginings had he thought they would actually find what they were looking for. "Cut the drive!" he yelled at Queazy. "I've got it, right on the nose. Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in as the asteroid below—47.05 miles per second. He came slogging back couldn't be two asteroids of that shape anywhere else in the Belt, so He jerked a badly crumpled ethergram from his pocket, smoothed it out, and thumbed his nose at the signature. "Whee! Mr. Andrew S. Burnside, you owe us five hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face. the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the asteroid." "Have it your way," Bob Parker sang, happily. He threw the ethergram to the winds and it fell gently to the deck-plates. While Queazy—so called because his full name was Quentin Zuyler—dropped the ship straight down to the smooth surface of the asteroid, and clamped it tight with magnetic grapples, Bob flung open the lazarette, brought out two space-suits. Moments later, they were outside the ship, with star-powdered infinity spread to all sides. In the ship, the ethergram from Andrew S. Burnside, of Philadelphia, one of the richest men in the world, still lay on the deck-plates. It rocks (chiefly due to the activities of Saylor &amp Saylor, a rival firm) neither Bob nor Queazy would have thought of sending an answering ethergram to Burnside stating that they would fill the order. It was, plainly, a hair-brained request. And yet, if by some chance there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries asteroids in the asteroid belt, and they had been out in space only three weeks. The "asteroid in your back yard" idea had been Bob Parker's originally. Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first rich man who had decided to hold a wedding on top of an asteroid. Unfortunately, other interplanetary moving companies had cashed in on Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get Now they scuffed along the smooth-plane topside of the asteroid, the magnets in their shoes keeping them from stepping off into space. They Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any "May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?" reached up as if he would take off his hat and twist it in his hands. "I said," remarked the girl, "that you should scram off of my asteroid. go and play somewhere else! Else I'll let the Interplanetary Commission He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid qualifications Burnside had set down. "Wait a minute," Bob Parker begged nervously. "I want to make some conversation, lady. I'm sure you don't understand the conditions—" to move this asteroid from its orbit and haul it back to Earth. Unfortunately, this is my home, by common law. Come back in a month. I for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to Queazy said simply, "That's right, miss. We're in a spot. I assure you fuming. "Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her without a space-suit on I'm going to give her the licking of her life, right where it'll do the most good!" Bob Parker's stomach caved in. A few hundred feet away, floating double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't "It's—it's very important that this—this asteroid stay right where it sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic five men let themselves down to the asteroid's surface and stood laughter. Bob Parker's gorge rose. "Scram," he said coldly. "We've got an ethergram direct from Andrew S. Burnside ordering this asteroid." "So have we," Wally Saylor smiled—and his smile remained fixed, abreast, forming a semi-circle which slowly closed in. Bob Parker gave back a step, as he saw their intentions. It was Bob Parker's misfortune that he didn't carry a weapon. Each of Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space. Alone in a space-suit. There was no answer from Queazy. With sick eyes, Bob studied the against panic. He was glad he couldn't see any part of his body. He was probably scrawny. And he was hungry! "I'll starve," he thought. "Or suffocate to death first!" gasping weakly, and yellow spots danced in his eyes. He called Queazy's Queazy was bending over him, his anxiety clearing away from his scattered us far and wide." Queazy's broad, normally good-humored face twisted blackly. "The so and so's didn't care if we lived or died." find out who I am and what I've done. I'm Starre Lowenthal—Andrew S. Burnside's granddaughter!" Bob came slowly to his feet, and matched Queazy's slowly growing anger. "Say that again?" he snapped. "This is some kind of dirty trick you and it is to go against him when he's got his mind set! I was just a mass of nerves. So I decided to trick him and I came out to the asteroid belt find the asteroid in time they wouldn't be able gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating plenty of inertia, and so they'll have to haul it down to Earth by a long, spiraling orbit. We can go direct and probably catch up with them Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully meantime, Starre—ahem—none of us has eaten in three weeks...?" days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth attach any significance to Starre's dumbbell-shaped ship, which trailed faltering. "The asteroid—" "And ruin your whole life," he ground out. Suddenly, he turned back to the control board, quartered the vision plate. He pointed savagely to He disappeared from the room. "Queazy!" he shouted. " it! " It was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job, end of its double cable and started rolling back up to the ship. Queazy They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid on their mass-detectors a few hundred thousand miles outside of the Queazy's big hand gripped his shoulder. "Go to it, Bob!" scornfully, they made no attempt to evade. There was no possible harm between them and the deadly missile. But it was clumsy evasion, for the plate. Wally Saylor's face was quivering with wrath. "What do you damned fools think you're trying to do?" he roared. "You've crushed in our stern section. You've sliced away half of our "I'll inform the Interplanetary Commission!" screamed Saylor. their ship shook itself free of the asteroid, hung in black space for

<question>:
Why were Parker and Queazy voyaging on the trip looking for an asteroid?

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A The Interplanetary Hauling & Moving Co. was in difficult competition with Saylor & Saylor to get to it first.
B The Interplanetary Hauling & Moving Co. had to have it to prove their business was legitimate.
C From the request of Andrew Burnside to purchase it
D From the request of Andrew Burnside to destroy it

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C