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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spring them. I'm kidding! With Shannon's Imperial Circus, the Greatest Show in Space, plastered so thick with attachments...." "It's no more plastered than you are." I was sore because he'd been a I've wet-nursed Shannon's Imperial Circus around the Triangle for eleven years, and I know. It's lousy, it's mangy, it's broken-down! Nothing works, from the ship to the roustabouts. In short, it stinks!" Buckhalter Shannon's Imperial Circus to Buckhalter Shannon's face unless he's tired and wants a long rest in a comfy fracture-frame. I had plenty of time to think how I only weigh one-thirty-seven to Shannon's one-seventy-five, and how I'm not as young as I used to be. "Would you be collecting for the feed bill, or the fuel?" I shot a glance at the newcomer. He'd saved me from a beating, even if he was a lousy bill-collecter with their last dime. I looked for his strong-arm squad. and let his fist start traveling, a long, deceptive arc. It knocked him sideways and down, and the little dark men jumped up, Bucky heaved the table off his lap and cursed me. "What's eating you, Jig? I'm not going to hurt him." "Shut up," I said. "Look what he's got there. Money!" The little guy looked at me. He hadn't turned a hair. "Yes," he said. stayed placid and babyish, almost transparent. I realized with a start than you could see through sheet metal. I didn't like him. I didn't like him at all. But he had money. I said, The little guy nodded. "Excellent idea. My name is Beamish. Simon Beamish. I wish to—ah—charter your circus." say anything until we got Beamish into a curtained booth with a fresh "What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Beamish?" Beamish sipped his drink, made a polite face, and put it down. "I have "Shut up, you lug. Let Mister Beamish finish." He sat down, looking like a mean dog waiting for the postman. Beamish remedy that. I propose to charter your circus, Mister Shannon, to make Bucky had relaxed. His grey-green eyes began to gleam. He started to speak, and I kicked him again. "That would be expensive, Mister Beamish," I said. "We'd have to cancel several engagements...." He looked at me. I was lying, and he knew it. But he said, He looked at me like he was thinking it wouldn't take much timber to He pulled the curtains to and departed. Bucky Shannon groaned. Beamish "She's the star attraction of our show, Mr. Beamish. A real blue-swamp Beamish looked impressed. "A subject. The extreme rarity of the animal...." We were getting off the subject. I said tactfully, "We'd have to have at least a hundred U.C.'s." It was twice what we had any right to ask. I was prepared to dicker. Beamish looked at me with that innocent dead pan. For a fraction of a stomach jumped like it was shot. Beamish smiled sweetly. "I'm not much of a bargainer. One hundred Universal Credits will be agreeable to me." He dragged out a roll as big as my two fists, peeled We said good night, trying not to drool. Beamish went away. Bucky made "Scram," I said. "There are guys waiting for this. Big guys with clubs. Here." I gave him a small-denomination slip I'd been holding out. "We can get lushed enough on this." "Beamish is pulling some kind of a game." "Sure. And he may be screwball and on the level. For Pete's sake!" I Bucky Shannon regarded them possessively, wiping blood from his nose. "They're good guys, Jig. Swell people. They stuck by me, and I've rewarded them." I said, "Sure," rather sourly. Bucky hiccoughed. "Let's go see Gertrude." had them nicely conditioned to that gong. all of a sudden.... were pretty successful for a while, it seems, but something gummed up the works and "This time," he said, "I ain't sure." "Well for Pete's sake, do what you can. We got a charter, and we need He draped himself over my shoulder and we went off. Gow didn't look at us. Bucky sobbed. "You were right, Jig," he mumbled. "Circus is no good. I know it. But it's all I got. I love it, Jig. Unnerstan' me? Like Gow there with Gertrude. She's ugly and no good, but he loves her. I love...." "Sure, sure," I told him. "Stop crying down my neck." "This is it. This is it, and oh God, I'm scared!" "You pretty, Mis' Jig," he giggled. "You funny like hell." "Mis' Bucky okay. You save life. You big hero, Mis' Jig. Mis' Gow come "Beamish is here with his lawyer." "Jig," he said, "those vapor worms were all right when we went in. I hurt all over. I growled, "With that brain, son, you should go far. Nobody saw anything, of course?" Bucky shook his head. "Question is, Jig, who wants to kill us, and why?" "Beamish. He realizes he's been gypped." "One hundred U.C.'s," said Bucky softly, "for a few lousy swampedge mining camps. It stinks, Jig. You think we should back out?" I shrugged. "You're the boss man. I'm only the guy that beats off the "Yeah," Bucky said reflectively. "And I hear starvation isn't a comfortable death. Okay, Jig. Let's go sign." He put his hand on the latch and looked at my feet. "And—uh—Jig, I...." I said, "Skip it. The next time, just don't trip me up, that's all!" like a disaster hoping to happen. To make it worse, Zurt the Jovian Nobody would have minded that, only one of 'em had only four legs. It lived just long enough to scare that bunch of superstitious dopes out of their pants. Circus people are funny that way. was ready to do a Brodie out the refuse chute. "A blue one, Jig. A morgue if I ever saw one!" I snarled, "What do you want, with this lousy dog-and-pony show!" and went out. He followed. The gang was converging on the lock, but they but her blue-green, hard scaled hide, and she was chuckling. It didn't Bucky said, "Jig—it's Sam Kapper." got to go back. Back where I found it. I tried to take it, but they wouldn't let me, and I was afraid they'd find it...." I reached across Bucky suddenly and jerked the curtain back. Beamish Beamish never changed expression. He didn't move while Bucky felt Beamish with his round dead baby face. I climbed over Shannon and pushed Beamish suddenly down into his lap. Shannon stared at me. Beamish started to get indignant. "Shut up," I

<question>:
Why does Jig bluff to Beamish initially?

<options>:
A He knows he can get away with it - Beamish has the money to match what they ask.
B He doesn't trust Shannon to close a good deal.
C He doesn't trust Beamish, and wants to see if he's committed to the idea.
D For them to start a new tour would be costly for them, and Jig wants to get the maximum price.

<answer>:

A