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

<passage>:
a man is entitled to have a bodyguard. The annoyance was that he had to do it himself ... and his body would not cooperate! The man at the bar was exceptionally handsome, and he knew it. So did the light-haired girl at his side, and so did the nondescript man in the gray suit who was watching them from a booth in the corner. Everyone in the room was aware of the big young man, and most of the humans present were resentful, for he handled himself consciously and arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was almost ordinary-looking. As for the extraterrestrials—it was a free bar—they were merely amused, since to them all men were pathetically and irredeemably hideous. Gabe threw his arm wide in one of his expansive gestures. There was a short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic ugly little man, but also a rather ridiculous one—or at least he felt he was, which was what mattered. You could use one was implied. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. The ugly man picked up the drink the bartender had just Gabe studied the newcomer curiously. "So, it's you again?" The man in the gray suit smiled. "Who else in any world would stand up for you?" "I should think you'd have given up by now. Not that I mind having you "I drank with you once too often," the nondescript man said. "And things worked out fine, didn't they? For you." His eyes studied the other man's incredibly handsome young face, noted the suggestion of bags under the eyes, the beginning of slackness at the lips, and were not pleased with what they saw. "Watch yourself, colleague," he warned "Of course. You'll need plenty of foliage, though." "I have sufficient funds. I also have a gun." "You're the dictator," the driver agreed sullenly. To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto that he had not been alone. "How about Helen? She on course?" Lockard," he said, bowing from his seated position toward the girl. "Pretty bauble, isn't she?" "I'm delighted to meet you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard," the fat man said, looking at her intently. His small eyes seemed to strip the make-up from her cheek and examine the livid bruise underneath. "I hope Gabe gave a short laugh, for no reason that she could see. There was the feeling that she had encountered the fat man before, the poor fellow went bankrupt a couple of weeks ago, and now he isn't ... anything." casually, as a by-product of some larger scheme, and her appreciation held little gratitude. The fat man shook his head without rancor. "I have plenty of money, thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard.... Come," he addressed her husband, "if you get up, I'll drive you home. I warn you, be more careful in the commission phlegmatically. Perhaps he was more hardened than the others had been perhaps he was unaware that the fat man was not a desperate or despairing individual seeking one last chance, but what was known it had to be to make it it was down-right shabby, the dim olive light hinting of squalor rather than forbidden pleasures. That was everybody else far too well. The fat man wondered whether that had been his quarry's motive in disaster would hit the one who pursued him. Somehow, such a plan seemed too logical for the man he was haunting. However, beggars could not be choosers. The fat man paid off the heli-driver and entered the zarquil house. "One?" the small green creature in the slightly frayed robe asked. The would-be thief fled down the dark alley, with the hot bright rays from the stranger's gun lancing out after him in flamboyant but futile patterns. The stranger, a thin young man with delicate, angular and it wasn't worth the trouble of fixing up. The girl looked closely at him. "You look different, but you are that the man in the gray suit? And before that...?" The young man's cheekbones protruded as he smiled. "Yes, I'm all of them." been so before marriage, Gabriel would have taught her that. "But why do you do it? Why! There was no change of expression on the man's gaunt face, and she wondered how much control he had over a body that, though second- or "If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him," she asked, "why then him . And he knows that." there's something about you that doesn't change." "Too bad he got married," the young man said. "I could have followed him for an eternity and he would never have been able to pick me out from the crowd. Too bad he got married anyway," he added, his voice less impersonal, "for your sake." She had come to the same conclusion in her six months of marriage, but she would not admit that to an outsider. Though this man was hardly an outsider he was part of their small family group—as long as she had known Gabriel, so long he must have known her. And she began to suspect for fun, not after they got to know him. And this man certainly should know him better than most. "Why not?" The emaciated young man began to put on his clothes. "You know why. Your body is worthless. And this is a reputable house." "But I have plenty of money." The young man coughed. The Vinzz The green one shook his head. "Regrettably, I do mean what I say. This game is really clean." "In a town like this?" "That is the reason we can afford to be honest." The Vinzz' tendrils quivered in what the man had come to recognize as amusement through with him. "We do a lot of business here," he said unnecessarily, for the whole set-up spelled wealth far beyond the dreams of the man, and he was by no means poor when it came to worldly goods. "Why don't you try another town where they're not so particular?" he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own how he could so casually have entrusted her with so vital a piece of "Male?" "Of course," the Vinzz said primly. His kind did have certain ultimate standards to which they adhered rigidly, and one of those was the "Why, that's three times the usual rate!" himself would, upon assuming the body, assume responsibility for all the crimes it had committed. But there was nothing else he could do. He looked at himself in the mirror and found he had a fine new body tall and strikingly handsome in a dark, coarse-featured way. Nothing to match the one he had lost, in his opinion, but there were probably many people who might find this one preferable. No identification in the he recognized the face. Not that it was a very famous or even notorious one, but the dutchman was a careful student of the "wanted" fax that had decorated public buildings from the men depicted there. And he knew that this particular man, though not an important criminal in any sense of the word, was one whom the man in question was not one who would let himself be captured easily, nor whom the police intended to capture easily. This might be a lucky break for me after all too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel Lockard's—body." She put unnecessary stardust on her nose as she watched her husband's reflection in the dressing table mirror. a pretty good body, isn't it?" Gabe flexed softening muscles and made no attempt to deny her charge very probably he was relieved at having someone with whom to share his secret. Gabe, why don't you...?" "I wasn't thinking about that, Gabe," she said truthfully enough, for

<question>:
What is the likeliest reason that Helen married Gabe?

<options>:
A it was part of the game they're playing
B she knew the real him
C he was kind to her for a long time
D he is good-looking and wealthy

<answer>:

D