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

<passage>:
thirty-five years overdue!" She was calculating the fine as he closed the door. Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one block away from his house. It was then that he realized something unusual must have occurred. An orange patrol car of the security police The pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously. It was disconcerting, and at the same time enchanting, to watch one's residence frisking about on its foundation. It was such a strange sight His pockets were picked eleven times. It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey Fownes' abstraction that for the moment he didn't give a thought to what might be causing he was an uncommonly preoccupied individual. He rifled Fownes's handkerchief and inside jacket pockets. rear pants pockets, got his wristwatch and restored the contents of the distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly. handkerchief pocket. It all went off very smoothly, like a game of put " and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he was playing. Winds Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting with photographs had been prepared and was being read by two men in an orange patrol car parked down the street. Lanfierre had undoubtedly been affected by his job. Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an odd, objective kind of admiration, clinical in nature. It was similar to that of a pathologist observing for the first time a new and particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, Lanfierre had become an admirer of eccentricity. He came to see that genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own small efforts, rarer. him not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes. "Sometimes his house shakes ," Lanfierre said. Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable. "Is there something I can turn?" Lanfierre asked. "You heard right. The house shakes ," Lanfierre said, savoring it. MacBride looked at the Fownes house through the magnifying glass of "I never figured on this ," Lanfierre said, shaking his head. uniform. "Go on," he said, amused. "It sounds interesting." He tossed the dossier carelessly on the back seat. Lanfierre sat stiffly behind the wheel, affronted. The cynical MacBride couldn't really appreciate fine aberrations. In some ways MacBride was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was "Sure, he was different ," Lanfierre murmured. "I knew that much." only with the greatest reluctance that he finally mentioned Fownes to MacBride. After years of searching for differences Lanfierre had seen how extraordinarily repetitious people were, echoes really, dimly top.... Humphrey Fownes took out the dust jacket he'd found in the library. He held it up and carefully compared the spinning cloud in his bedroom Lieutenant MacBride pursed his lips. "I'll tell you something else," Lanfierre went on. "The windows all close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every MacBride's eyes and mouth were great zeros. "Is there something I can turn?" Lanfierre asked. single window in the place will drop to its sill." Lanfierre leaned back in the seat, his eyes still on the house. "Sometimes I think there's a whole crowd of people in there waiting for a signal—as if ." But Fownes had already begun to run on toward the next house, dodging Lanfierre and Lieutenant MacBride leaned against their car and waited, dazed. MacBride and Lanfierre both leaned forward, as if waiting for the ghostly babble of voices to commence. house could have been preparing to take off and sail down the.... MacBride looked at Lanfierre and Lanfierre looked at MacBride and then ," Lanfierre said. "The water he uses! He could be The lieutenant had picked up the dossier. He thumbed through the pages now in amazement. "Where do you get a guy like this?" he asked. "Did neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There was something implacable about his sighs. "He'll be coming out soon," Lanfierre said. "He eats supper next door with a widow. Then he goes to the library. Always the same. Supper at the widow's next door and then the library." MacBride's eyebrows went up a fraction of an inch. "The library?" he said. "Is he in with that bunch?" Lanfierre nodded. "Should be very interesting," MacBride said slowly. "I can't wait to see what he's got in there," Lanfierre murmured, watching the house with a consuming interest. They sat there smoking in silence and every now and then their eyes he'd never thought to watch from outside. snug as a hug in a rug His own spine didn't seem to be affected. But then he hadn't read that book on ancient mores and courtship customs. How really odd the ancients were. Seduction seemed to be an incredibly "I told bedroom!" When he heard this Fownes plunged into the house and fought his way to be courted and when they hear that they'll be around to ask up the stairs. He found Lanfierre standing outside the bedroom with a me a "Oh, it doesn't really matter. I'll join Andrew, Curt, Norman—" wheel in his hand. "That won't be necessary," Fownes said with unusual force. "With all back to the table, standing directly over Fownes. "If you can get us outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays warm long enough for his wife to get to know him ... if you can do that, Mr. Fownes ... you may call me Agnes." When Humphrey Fownes stepped out of the widow's house, there was a look of such intense abstraction on his features that Lanfierre felt a wistful desire to get out of the car and walk along with the man. It would be such a "Not any more there isn't." ." MacBride frowned and added it to the dossier. Lanfierre sighed.) Pinning his hopes on the Movement, Fownes went straight to the that ?" "I'd say," Humphrey Fownes said, "that he ... that he recommended it to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about this book and then they ... they went to the library together and she "Where did the old society fail?" the leader was demanding of them. He stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be

<question>:
Why was Humphrey being pick-pocketed so much?

<options>:
A to plant information necessary to arrest him
B it's a typical behavior in this city
C people typically pick-pocket him because he's distracted
D for Lanfierre to get to know Humphrey's personality better

<answer>:

D