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

<passage>:
Mercury, he was selling his guns into the weirdest of all his exploits—gambling his life against the soft touch of a woman's lips. , a tight-frocked, limber-hipped, red-head was singing " The Lady from Mars ." The song was a rollicking, ribald ditty, a favorite of the planters and miners, the space pilots and army officers who frequented the garden. The girl rendered it with such gusto that the audience burst into a roar of applause. She bent her head in acknowledgment so that her bronze red hair fell down about her face. There was perspiration on her upper lip and temples. Her crimson mouth wore a fixed smile. Her eyes were frightened. The man, who had accompanied the singer on the piano, sat at the foot his fingers lightly, automatically picked out the tune. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, plastered his white coat to his back. Without looking up, he said: "Have you spotted him?" His voice was pitched to reach the singer alone. The girl, with an almost imperceptible gesture, shook her head. The night was very hot men and women sitting at the tables drank heavily of Latonka, the pale green wine of Mercury. Only the native waiters, the enigmatic, yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. They didn't Up on the stage the singer was about to begin another number when she stiffened. "Here he is," she said to the pianist without moving her lips. The pianist swung around on his stool, lifted his black eyes to the gate leading to the street. "May I join you?" she asked in a low voice. "I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan." It was the first time she had used his name. "You have the reputation of being unpredictable. I don't trust you, but since...." She stopped as the waiter placed glasses on the table and deftly poured compelling note. His eyes, light blue and amused, were pale against his brown face. The girl drew in her breath. a trifle oblique with straight brows. The pupils were a pale and penetrating blue that could probe like a surgeon's knife. Now he caught the girl's eyes and held them with his own as a man spears a fish. "Why call me all the way from Mars for that? Why not have that gunman at the piano rub Hodes out?" You've got to find him, Jaro. He's stirring up all Mercury." "Why? What makes you think that?" "He was seen," she began, then stopped with a gasp. "Red!" said Jaro in a low voice. Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste. It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot, so, he suspected that they had caught a tartar. The Red Witch had the reputation of being able to take care of herself. He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave, a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well Jaro shrugged, dismissed the waiter. He had not expected to get much heat of the sun. Beneath his feet, he knew, stretched a labyrinth of rooms and passages. Somewhere in those rat-runs was Karfial Hodes, the revolutionist, and the girl. then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his Jaro said nothing. He ignored the hand, waited, poised like a cat. of Miss Mikail has—ah—forced my hand." He paused. Jaro still said nothing. Miss Mikail must be the red-headed singer, whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases. He doubted that even she remembered her right name. "Miss Mikail made you a proposition?" Albert Peet's voice was tight. "Yes," said Jaro. Jaro laughed. "How did you know Red had been kidnapped?" Jaro raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps then you know where she is?" A second rapping at the door caused them to exchange glances. Jaro went "It's for you," said Jaro over his shoulder. Jaro lit a cigarette. He padded nervously back and forth across the Jaro returned to his room, stripped off his pajamas, climbed back into Jaro descended the incline to the network of burrows which served Jaro halted before a door bearing a placard which read: then quite clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone: through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro "What're you sneaking around here for?" Jaro settled himself warily, his light blue eyes flicking over the "Let's get this straight," he said mildly. "I've known your kind before. Frankly, ever since I saw you I've had to repress a desire to step on you as I might a spider." The youth's black eyes were hot as coals, his fingers twitching. His anyone called a doctor? Where's Miss Webb? Miss Webb! Oh, Miss Webb! That girl. Miss Webb!" right. She had straight black hair which hung not quite to her shoulders, and dark brown eyes, and enough of everything else to absorb Jaro's attention. "Call a doctor, Miss Webb." Miss Webb raised an eyebrow, went to the visoscreen. In a moment she "Oh," said Miss Webb, "the offices of the Latonka Trust." "Thank you," said Miss Webb. She flicked the machine off, then added: Mr. Peet regarded Jaro Moynahan with distress. "Poor boy?" said Jaro mildly. "Venomous little rattlesnake. I took "Here, Miss Webb," he said, "do something with these. Put them in my Miss Webb's eyes grew round as marbles. "I wouldn't touch one of those Jaro eyed him coldly as with his good hand the youth dropped the dart into my office. The doctor will be here in a moment. Miss Webb, you may Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said: Miss Webb raised her eyebrows. "What's this? A new technique?" "Look," began Jaro annoyed. Jaro began again patiently. "Wait for me in the first grog shop. "Don't you find the heat rather uncomfortable, Miss Webb. But perhaps you've become accustomed to it." "Why, no, I mean yes," replied Miss Webb, a blank expression in her "Goodbye, Miss Webb," said Mr. Peet firmly. Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room. Jaro said nothing. "That's fair enough," replied Jaro. "Sorry," said Jaro Jaro got up, keeping an eye on Albert Peet, brushed off his knees. Without answering, Jaro backed watchfully from the room. he grinned. At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb. " said Jaro coming up behind her and poking a long brown finger Miss Webb uttered a shriek, jerked so violently that her hat tilted over one eye. She regarded him balefully from beneath the brim. Still grinning, Jaro sat down. "I'm Jaro Moynahan, Miss Webb. I think "Yes," replied Miss Webb sweetly. A native waiter, attracted no doubt by her scream, came over and took Jaro's order. "All right," Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl thoughtfully. "I'll have to confide certain facts which might be dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?" "Since we're going to be so chummy," she replied "you might begin by calling me Joan. You make me feel downright ancient." "Score one," breathed Jaro, "I begin to see light. Miss Webb—ah, happen to be Albert Peet's private secretary?"

<question>:
Why did Jaro ask to meet Miss Webb?

<options>:
A He doesn't have anyone else to talk to
B He wants to know what's really going on
C He wants her to be an assassin
D He found her attractive

<answer>:

B