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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of the afternoon." some answers to go with the questions?" "I felt a technical man might succeed where a trained investigator In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." Jess nodded. "I heard you were with the guv'ment." "It won't take long to tell "I think what we're getting is an echo effect from each of these "That's a tough one, Jimmy. This is where I should come up with the to TV. They figure we should be content with radio, like the Lord intended." "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." hundred years old when I was kid." "Still just the same, Jimmy. Comes in town maybe once a week, buys his groceries and hikes back out to his place by the river." "Well, what about him?" "Nothing. But he's the town's mystery man. You know that. A little touched in the head." "There were a lot of funny stories about him, I remember," Tremaine said. "I always liked him. One time he tried to teach me something I've forgotten. Wanted me to come out to his place and he'd teach me. "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. "But you know how this town is about foreigners, especially when they're a mite addled. Bram has blue eyes and blond hair—or did before it turned white—and he talks just like everybody else. From a distance he seems just like an ordinary American. But up close, you feel it. He's foreign, all right. But we never did know where he came from." "How long's he lived here in Elsby?" "Beats me, Jimmy. You remember old Aunt Tress, used to know all about ancestors and such as that? She couldn't remember about Mr. Bram. She was kind of senile, I guess. She used to say he'd lived in that same old place out on the Concord road when she was a girl. Well, she died five years ago ... in her seventies. He still walks in town every Wednesday ... or he did up till yesterday anyway." then?" "What was the idea of that?" "Why Bram?" Tremaine persisted. "As far as I know, he never had any dealings to speak of with anybody here in town." "Oh hoh, you're a little young, Jimmy," Jess chuckled. "You never knew about Mr. Bram—the young Mr. Bram—and Linda Carroll." Tremaine shook his head. guess she was retired by the time you were playing hookey. But her dad had money, and in her day she was a beauty. Too good for the fellers in these parts. I Sitting up proud and tall, with that red hair piled up high. I used to think she was some kind of princess...." "What about her and Bram? A romance?" Jess rocked his chair back on two legs, looked at the ceiling, frowning. "This would ha' been about nineteen-oh-one. I was no more'n her an old maid, in those times. The word got out she was setting her cap for Bram. He was a good-looking young feller then, over six foot, of course, broad backed, curly yellow hair—and a stranger to bucks. There was a big shindy planned. Now, you know Bram was funny about any kind of socializing never would go any place at night. But there and Miss Linda made her play, right there in front of the town, practically. Just before sundown they went off together in that fancy shay. And the next day, she was home again—alone. That finished off her reputation, as far as the biddies in Elsby was concerned. It was ten years 'fore she even landed the teaching job. By that time, she was already old. And nobody was ever fool enough to mention the name Bram in front of her." and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess. Meantime, I'm just a tourist, seeing the sights." "After dark. I'm working on a few ideas. It might be an infinitely repeating logarithmic sequence, based on—" he said. "I never thought of it before, but you know, old Bram must be "I guess you're right." The clerk looked sideways at Tremaine. "Lots of funny stories about funny noises and lights. And they used to say there was money buried out at his place." "I've heard those stories. Just superstition, wouldn't you say?" "Maybe so." The clerk leaned on the counter, assumed a knowing look. "There's one story that's not superstition...." Tremaine waited. "You—uh—paying anything for information?" "I want nineteen-oh-one, if they go back that far." "What date was it you wanted?" "I'll remember." The woman stood by as Tremaine looked over the front page. The lead article concerned the opening of the Pan-American You'll have to come back tomorrow." "What's the matter? Run out of signal?" "I thought you were going to keep your men away from Elsby until I gave doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle." out a signal. For all I know, it's forty midgets on bicycles, pedalling all over the damned state. I've got fixes in every county—" "The smallest hyperwave transmitter Uncle Sam knows how to build weighs Tell him if he queers this—" moonshiners." "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out Only a faint quaver reflected her age—close to eighty, Tremaine thought, startled. "I'm flattered you remember me, Miss Carroll," he said. "You were wise to leave Elsby. There is no future here for a young man." "I often wondered why you didn't leave, Miss Carroll. I thought, even as a boy, that you were a woman of great ability." information. This is an important matter. May I rely on your "How long has Mr. Bram lived in Elsby?" "There'll be nothing done against him, Miss Carroll ... unless it needs to be in the national interest." "I'm not at all sure I know what the term 'national interest' means, James. I distrust these glib phrases." "I always liked Mr. Bram," said Tremaine. "I'm not out to hurt him." "Mr. Bram came here when I was a young woman. I'm not certain of the year." "What does he do for a living?" "I have no idea." "Why did a healthy young fellow like Bram settle out in that isolated piece of country? What's his story?" "I'm ... not sure that anyone truly knows Bram's story." "You called him 'Bram', Miss Carroll. Is that his first name ... or his last?" be helpful to you, it is my duty to oblige you and it may help him." She paused. Tremaine waited. "Many years ago I was courted by Bram. One day he asked me to go with him to his house. On the way he told me a terrible and pathetic tale. "I'd be grateful for any lead." "Bram fears the thunder." asked: me. He smells headlines in this he doesn't want to be left out." "Well, the State cops could be mighty handy to have around. I'm "Better get it." "What do you make of it. Jimmy?" heard...." "What did you hear?" "They're lookin for the spies." "Who's looking for spies?" "Cops." "Who says so?" me over and asked me a bunch of questions. Said I could help 'em get them spies. Wanted to know all about any funny-actin people around hers." "And you mentioned Bram?" The boy darted another look at Tremaine. "They said they figured the "Anything else?"

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If you were to recommend this story to someone else, of the following options who'd enjoy it the most?

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A Someone who loves true crime and murder mysteries.
B Someone who loves white-collar crime and historical fiction.
C Someone who loves mysteries and small-town gossip.
D Someone who loves small-town gossip and romance.

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C