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 The Antheon, for example—but when there are large groups, control is more difficult." "Sessions," Rexroad said, "was a bully. The trouble started at about the halfway point. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his must remember the colonists were selected for their intelligence and resourcefulness. They utilized these attributes to set up weapon shops to arm themselves." and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be what we are. The In the tradition of newspaperman and observer, Keith Ellason tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, pressing against a bulkhead, but Captain Branson's eyes sought his several times as Branson listened made a suggestion here, a restriction there. There was no doubt that Branson was in charge, yet there was a human quality about him that strictly from the observer viewpoint. There will be no story for I say that until the journey ends." He smiled. "Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned it." ceiling. Metal walls, no windows, one floor vent, one ceiling vent, He felt rather than heard the dull rumble. It was a sound he knew would be with him for two years—one year going and one year returning. the traditions of thousands of years, and as these planet-orginated rules fall away, the floundering group seeks a new control, for they "Oh, he was about six feet tall, stocky build, and he wore a red rubber mask that covered his head completely." voice. "A man wearing a red mask?" Dievers shrugged. "This is a spaceship. How would I know whether a red mask—or a blue or green one—does or doesn't belong on a spaceship?" "If it is true," Branson told Ellason, "the theft must be the work of the psychotic." He snorted. "Red rubber mask! I think I'll have Dievers watchful and accusing. To men unused to it, such a sight numbs, compresses, stultifies. He introduces a countermeasure, proof he exists, which is any overt act, sometimes violent. On the forty-fifth day June Failright, the young wife of one of the passenger meteorologists, ran screaming down one of the long corridors She said the culprit was a husky man wearing a red rubber mask, and Captain Branson, demanding action. Branson remained seated behind his desk, unperturbed, saying, "I have no crewmen to spare for police duty." The delegation commenced speaking vehemently, to be quieted by Branson's raised hand. "You could have a shake-down for the mask and the seed case." "No, I trust my men. I won't violate that trust." Ellason left, feeling uneasy. If he were Branson, he'd initiate an investigation, if nothing else than to prove the crew guiltless. Why couldn't Branson see the wisdom of setting an example for the colonists? As a Nilly, I knew that space breeds hate. There is a seed of malevolence in every man. It sometimes blossoms out among the stars. On the Weblor II in a red mask was seen hurrying from the hospital area, and a staff theft of the belt. forced to submit to a thorough inspection in an effort to find the mask, the seed case, the money and the man. nine tomorrow morning in the auditorium. I will speak to you all then." Faces were angry, tongues were sharp at the meeting, eyes suspicious and tempers short. Above it all was the overpowering presence of Captain Branson speaking to them. "It is not my desire to interfere in passenger affairs," he said. "Has Red Mask a gun?" Branson retorted. "It seems to me you have a No mask was found. No mask, no case, no money, no man. inspection teams permanent, to await further moves on the part of Red Mask. The Quadrant Council held periodic meetings to set up a method of trial for him when he was caught. It was all recorded in the newsletter and by Keith Ellason. We Nillys know about hate and about violence. We know too that where there is hate there is violence, and where there is violence there is death. During sleep time on the seventy-ninth day Barbara Stoneman, awakened man in a red mask in her room. Her cries brought neighbors into the corridor. The flight of the man was witnessed by many, and several men tried to stop him. But the intruder was light on his feet and fast. He escaped. force, Captain. We want stunners." "There's no law against it," Branson said, "but it's a rule of mine that no weapons are to be issued en route." "If we had had a gun, we'd have got Red Mask," Tilbury said. time the passengers seemed relaxed. Let Red Mask move against armed men, they said. Yeah, let him see what happens now. Red Mask did. Pierce, policeman on duty, managed to squeeze off several shots at his retreating figure. Red Mask was seen again on the 120th day, on the 135th day, and the commit any crime. We've got him on the run, the colonists said. He's afraid to do anything, now that we've got police protection, they said smugly. the landing on Antheon. But on the 170th day calamity struck. Red Mask appropriated one of the his book. The things taken were keepsakes, photographs and items of personal value. It seemed to be the work of a madman. If Red Mask wanted to make everyone furious, he certainly succeeded. It was the same with others. "The man's insane, Mr. Ellason. Positively insane." Many people said it. trigger-happy policemen thought their movements suspicious, about one man's suspicion of another and the ensuing search of compartments, people who saw Red Mask here, saw him there. Hardly a day went by without some new development. "Oh, yes, Mr. Ellason, we're going to get him," said Tilbury, now chief of police, cracking his knuckles, his eyes glowing at the thought. "We're bound to get him. We've got things worked out to the finest detail. He won't be able to get through our fingers now. Just let him make so much as a move." "And what will you do when you get him?" "Kill him," Tilbury said, licking his lips, his eyes glowing more fiercely than ever. "Without a trial?" "Oh, there'll be a trial, Mr. Ellason, but you don't think any jury'd let him live after all the things he's done, do you?" Red Mask was stunned in Quadrant Four in a corridor by a policeman assembly hall his mask was whipped off. The crowd gasped. Nobody knew Branson looked as if he were going to kill the man himself right there and then. disposed of his body through a chute. It was all duly recorded in Keith Ellason's notebooks. Dying is easy for a Nilly. Especially if it's arranged for beforehand, which it always is. The Critten nodded. "When great numbers are being transported, they are apt to magnify each little event because so little happens. It was my job to see that they directed none of their venom against each other or the crew, only toward me." Branson smiled. "It made the time pass quickly and interestingly for Ellason nodded. "No time for brooding, for differences of opinion on small matters. Just time to hate Mr. Critten. Unanimously." "Probably," Critten said, "you are wondering about the execution." "Naturally." see, I was a liar." Critten grinned again. "She played right into our hands. She ran out into the hall claiming I'd attacked her, which I did not. She was making it look suspicious." Ellason brightened. "And by that time everybody was seeing Red Mask "The colonists will never know the truth," Branson went on. "There will

<question>:
Which of these is true about the Red Mask?

<options>:
A He is entirely harmless and it just looks like he's trouble
B He is a passenger looking for some entertainment
C He throws the passengers' belongings overboard
D He does not hesitate to use physical violence

<answer>:

A