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 heavy man with a creased face and thick gray hair looked up from behind an ancient Underwood. He studied Tremaine, shifted a toothpick to the opposite corner of his mouth. In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a we don't know much yet." Tremaine covered "I didn't expect any easy answers, Jess. But I was hoping maybe you had something ..." "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." "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 "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'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 "Beats me, Jimmy. You remember old Aunt Tress, used to know all about ancestors and such as that? She couldn't remember about Mr. Bram. She was kind of senile, I guess. She used to say he'd lived in that same "Oh?" Tremaine stubbed out his cigarette, lit another. "What happened in the streets playin' with matches by now. I'm waiting for the day 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 Tremaine shook his head. already old. And nobody was ever fool enough to mention the name Bram in front of her." Tremaine got to his feet. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears Tremaine. "I won't be a minute," Tremaine said. "Just want to check on when the Bram property changed hands last." The man turned to Tremaine, pushing a drawer shut with his hip. "Bram? He dead?" "Nothing like that. I just want to know when he bought the place." The man came over to the counter, eyeing Tremaine. "He ain't going to sell, mister, if that's what you want to know." Tremaine put a hand on the counter, looked thoughtful. "I was hoping to save a trip." He lifted his hand and scratched the side of his jaw. It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where "No, thanks," Tremaine said. "That's all I needed." He turned back to the door. "What's up, mister?" the clerk called after him. "Bram in some kind of 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 dern near to ninety years old. Spry for that age." "I guess you're right." The clerk looked sideways at Tremaine. "Lots of funny stories about old Bram. Useta say his place was haunted. You know funny noises and "Maybe so." The clerk leaned on the counter, assumed a knowing look. "There's one story that's not superstition...." Tremaine waited. "You—uh—paying anything for information?" "Now why would I do that?" Tremaine reached for the door knob. 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 facade of the Elsby Public Library. Inside, Tremaine followed a The woman darted a suspicious look at Tremaine. "You have to handle Tremaine leafed over, reading slowly. he saw the name Bram: Mr. Bram has purchased a quarter section of fine grazing land, 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 north after the police car. Two miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine "Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine." Tremaine?" "I thought you were going to keep your men away from Elsby until I gave the word, Grammond." Grammond snorted. "Okay, Tremaine," he said. "You're the boy with all the answers. But if you get in trouble, don't call me Back in his room, Tremaine put through a call. "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out your famous temper on me. I'm still in charge of this investigation." "I...." Tremaine started. He looked at the old lady. "I want some "How long has Mr. Bram lived in Elsby?" Miss Carroll looked at him for a long moment. "Will what I tell you be used against him?" "I'm not at all sure I know what the term 'national interest' means, James. I distrust these glib phrases." "I always liked Mr. Bram," said Tremaine. "I'm not out to hurt him." "Mr. Bram came here when I was a young woman. I'm not certain of the year." "What does he do for a living?" "That is his only name. Just ... Bram." "You knew him well once, Miss Carroll. Is there anything—" Tremaine stood up. "I'm sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean to grill complete confidence in you. If anything I can tell you about Bram will be helpful to you, it is my duty to oblige you and it may help him." She paused. Tremaine waited. "Many years ago I was courted by Bram. One day he asked me to go with him to his house. On the way he told me a terrible and pathetic tale. "There is one other thing," she said, "perhaps quite meaningless...." "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?" Tremaine shook his head. "I'm getting nowhere fast. The Bram idea's a 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." Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket, stared at Tremaine. "I'm too damned old to start believing in spooks," he said. "You suppose those damn-fool boys are hiding here, playing tricks?" with burnin out a Commie, is there?" "Bram's a Commie, is he?" Tremaine said softly. "How'd you find that out, Hull?" "Who says so?" The boy looked directly at Tremaine for an instant, flicked his eyes to them spies. Wanted to know all about any funny-actin people around 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 that way, ain't he?"

<question>:
Did the questions Tremaine needed answers to get resolved?

<options>:
A No. He still doesn't know where the transmission is coming from.
B No. He thinks that Miss Carroll is behind this out of spite for Mr. Bram, but he's not quite sure.
C Yes. Mr. Bram was the cause of the transmission, so Tremaine's question has been answered.
D Probably. Mr. Bram is certainly evil, so Tremaine knows for sure where this investigation will lead.

<answer>:

A