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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that One out of every three dirty stories started by party attendees had trees and midnight church services. The star salesman for mankies and the gentleman who was in charge of against the wall. He wasn't hurt. But the impact knocked the hallowed portrait of H. H. Hartshorne, co-founder, from its nail. It tinkled imposingly as its glass splintered against the floor. machine. "Hell, Milly, you aren't working!" someone shouted at her. "Have another!" jovially, "Hey, people! You're all fired! Here's an order that Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!" Milly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form: "Best electric doorbell. Junior detective kit. Disposable sacks for vacuum cleaner. Dress for three-year-old girl." She turned to the assistant general manager, struck with an idea for the first time in a great proposal and the room grew quiet—"unless we broke the rules pulled a batch of keys from his pocket. "Someone scoot down to the warehouse. Tell the watchman that it's on my authority. Hunt up the stuff that's on the order. Get the best of everything. Ignore the catalogue numbers—they've changed a hundred times in all these years." the delivery man that the contents would make a rattling sound and therefore hadn't been broken in shipment. dress and shook it into a freely hanging position. Then she groaned. It was green and she had ordered blue. It didn't remotely resemble illustration. Moreover, the shoulders were lumpier than any small The dress fitted precisely, except for the absurd shoulder bumps. Sally Les pulled off the lid and found inside a circular, shiny metal object. A triangular trio of jacks stuck out from one end. "Is this the doorbell? I've never seen a plug like this. And there's no wire." He peered into the box for an instruction sheet, uselessly. "They must have made a mistake. It looks like some kind of farm equipment." Sally was still in his arms. "That's the doorbell, I think," he said, looking at the next object. It had a lovely, tubular shape, a half-dozen connecting rods and a plug for a wall socket. "That's funny," Ann mused, her mind distracted from Sally for a moment. "It looks terribly expensive. Maybe they sent door chimes instead of the doorbell." The bottom of the carton contained the detective outfit that they had ordered for their son. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover fingers. She tossed it to Les. Immediately, she regretted her action. "Drop it!" she yelled. "Maybe it'll turn you green, too!" it and shut the door firmly. As the door closed, he saw the entire interior of the dark closet brighten into a wet-lettuce green. When he turned back to Ann, she was staring at her left hand. The wedding band that Les had put there a dozen years ago was a brilliant green, shedding its soft glow over the finger up to the first knuckle. Ann felt the scream building up inside her. She opened her mouth to let it out, then put her hand in front of her mouth to keep it in, finally jerked the hand away to prevent the glowing ring from turning her front teeth green. He said: "It's all right. There must be balloons or something in the Ann stared at her son. He stared back at her, the detective outfit up at the doorbell, which he had installed just above the upper part of the door frame. "Queer," he said. "That isn't in contact with the door itself. I don't see how it can keep the door from opening." doorbell box threatened to penetrate every corner of the house. Ann letting her get peeved." The back door was already open, because it was a warm day. The screen his hand, keeping it away from his body. A few drops of something unpleasant were dripping from his fingers. The object looked remarkably like a human eyeball. It was human-size, complete with pupil, iris and rather bloodshot veins. "Hey, that's mine," Bob said. "You know, this is a funny detective kit. That was in it. But there aren't instructions on how it works." Les didn't hear her. He strode to the detective set, followed at a safe distance by the eyeball, and picked up the box. "Hey, watch out!" Bob cried. A small flashlight fell from the box, landed on its side and its bulb flashed on, throwing a pencil of light across Les's hands. Bob retrieved the flashlight and turned it off while Les glanced through an instruction booklet, frowning. "This toy is too complicated for a ten-year-old boy," Les told his stood out clearly against the shiny, coated paper. fingertips against the kitchen table. Black fingerprints, a full set of them, stood out against the sparkling polished table's surface. "I think the Detectolite did it," Bob said. "The instructions say you've got to be very careful with it, because its effects last for a long time." Ann fingered the garment. She didn't recognize it as a nightgown. But in cut and fold, it was suspiciously like the dress that had arrived in dinner. When the lights went out, the house seemed to be nearly normal. Les put on a pair of gloves and threw a pillowcase over the eyeball. put small wads of cotton into her ears, because she didn't like the The only good thing about the morning for Ann was the fact that the manky had quieted down some time in the night. After she got Bob to school, she gingerly opened the closet door. The manky was now glowing a bright pink and seemed slightly larger. Deep violet lettering stood out on its side: " at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly something that his parents gave him." "My son?" Ann asked incredulously. "Bob?" "Yes. It's a little gadget that looks like a water pistol. Your son insists that he didn't know it would make clothing transparent. He claims it was just accident that he tried it out when he was walking by the gym during calisthenics. We've had to call upon every family The doctor dropped the dress and looked in perplexity at the point "It's apparently an allergy to some new kind of material. But I don't "Oh, no," Ann breathed. "Something's happened to Les." have a job if I can't get this stuff off my fingers. Big black fingerprints on everything I touch. I can't handle correspondence or Les held up his hands, palms toward the doctor. "What's wrong with me? My fingers look all right. But they leave black marks on everything I The doctor looked closely at the fingertips. "Every human has natural oil on the skin. That's how detectives get results with their fingerprint powder. But I've never heard of nigrification, in this sense. Better not try to commit any crimes until you've seen a skin through the window. "I know those bearers," Dr. Schwartz said. He yanked the window open. "Hey, Pete! What's wrong?" doorbell was monotonously saying in a monotone: "Don't answer me, "Don't bother about the girls' clothing," Bob said, "because it was knocking. He ignored the doorbell's pleas. "I forgot about it," Bob continued, "when that ray gun accidentally to think, and I remembered. I put some white stuff from the detective claims that her husband is poisoned. Young man, I'm going to put you under arrest." The policeman stepped over the threshold. A blue flash darted from the doorbell box, striking him squarely on the chest. The policeman "Where's that ambulance?" Dr. Schwartz yelled from the top of the steps. "The child's getting worse."

<question>:
What wasn't abnormal in the detective kit?

<options>:
A the white powder
B the toy gun
C the Detectolite
D the flashlight

<answer>:

D