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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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that wire as the scrambler went into operation. "Okay, can you read me all right? I'm set up in Elsby. Grammond's boys of the afternoon." me." some answers to go with the questions?" me do it my way." "I felt a technical man might succeed where a trained investigator could be misled. And since it seems to be pinpointed in your home area—" "You don't have to justify yourself. Just don't hold out on me. I sometimes wonder if I've seen the complete files on this—" "You've seen all the files! Now I want answers, not questions! I'm brings you back to the boondocks?" visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." "It won't take long to tell we don't know much yet." Tremaine covered high-security hyperwave band, the discovery that each transmission produced not one but a pattern of "fixes" on the point of origin. He passed a sheet of paper across the table. It showed a set of concentric "I think what we're getting is an echo effect from each of these pattern—" word for it." "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this near here. Now, have you got any ideas?" "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." "I didn't expect any easy answers, Jess. But I was hoping maybe you had something ..." "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." 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 sometimes he gave us apples." "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. "But you know how this "Beats me, Jimmy. You remember old Aunt Tress, used to know all about then?" over again." other drug store...." on fire." "What was the idea of that?" "Dunno. Just meanness, I reckon. Not much damage done. A car was about Mr. Bram—the young Mr. Bram—and Linda Carroll." "What about her and Bram? A romance?" frowning. "This would ha' been about nineteen-oh-one. I was no more'n foot, of course, broad backed, curly yellow hair—and a stranger to about any kind of socializing "When's this bootleg station supposed to broadcast again?" "After dark. I'm working on a few ideas. It might be an infinitely repeating logarithmic sequence, based on—" Hall, a squat structure of brownish-red brick, crouched under yellow a hand-lettered cardboard sign over a black-varnished door said A thin man with garters above the elbow looked over his shoulder at sell, mister, if that's what you want to know." to save a trip." He lifted his hand and scratched the side of his jaw. "See what I can do," he said. a two-foot-square book lay open. An untrimmed fingernail indicated a line written in faded ink: "May 19. Acreage sold, One Dollar and other G&amp The man was looking at the book with pursed lips. "Nineteen-oh-one," he said. "I never thought of it before, but you know, old Bram must be "I guess you're right." "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...." paper-dry woman of indeterminate age to a rack of yellowed newsprint. "I want nineteen-oh-one, if they go back that far." The woman darted a suspicious look at Tremaine. "You have to handle "What date was it you wanted?" "Nineteen-oh-one the week of May nineteenth." page. The lead article concerned the opening of the Pan-American On page four, under a column headed months. "May I see some earlier issues alarmed by a violent cloudburst, accompanied by lightning and timber and threatened the house before burning itself out along north after the police car. "What's the matter? Run out of signal?" "What's it to you, mister?" "We could be." "I thought you were going to keep your men away from Elsby until I gave "It's nothing we can go to court with, Grammond. And the job you were doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle." Grammond cursed. "I could have put my men in the town and taken it "You've got it all figured, I see. I'm just the dumb hick you boys use Grammond snorted. "Okay, Tremaine," he said. "You're the boy with all the answers. But if you get in trouble, don't call me once-stately three-storied mansion overgrown with untrimmed vines, its that you've amounted to something." "Just another bureaucrat, I'm afraid." "You were wise to leave Elsby. There is no future here for a young man." "How long has Mr. Bram lived in Elsby?" Miss Carroll looked at him for a long moment. "Will what I tell you be to be in the national interest." 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." last?" and it may help him." "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. silver disc on a fine golden chain. "You see what a foolish old woman I "There is one other thing," she said, "perhaps quite meaningless...." "I'd be grateful for any lead." "Bram fears the thunder." asked: Tremaine shook his head. "I'm getting nowhere fast. The Bram idea's a dud, I'm afraid." "Sure. Just so I'm back by full dark." As they pulled away from the curb Jess said, "Jimmy, what's this about State Police nosing around here? I thought you were playing a lone hand from what you were saying to me." he doesn't want to be left out." "Well, the State cops could be mighty handy to have around. I'm wondering why you don't want 'em in. If there's some kind of spy ring working—" "We're up against an unknown quantity. I don't know what's behind this and neither does anybody else. Maybe it's a ring of Bolsheviks ... and maybe it's something bigger. I have the feeling we've made enough mistakes in the last few years I don't want to see this botched." "Better get it." lay on the oilcloth-covered table. slabs, closely laid, scrubbed clean but for the dark stains. "Maybe he cleaned a chicken. This is the kitchen." "It's a trail." Tremaine followed the line of drops across the floor. "What do you make of it. Jimmy?" tricks?" questions." lounged on a steel-framed cot, blinking up at the visitor under a mop with burnin out a Commie, is there?" "What did you hear?" "They're lookin for the spies." "Who's looking for spies?" "Cops." "Who says so?" that way, ain't he?" "Anything else?"

<question>:
Of the following options, which could best describe the moral to this story?

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A The histories of small towns are interesting and often involve murder and other significant crimes.
B Working entirely by oneself can be great if one is smart and connected.
C Teamwork is good for solving problems, and not working as a cohesive team can lead to obstacles.
D Sometimes crimes are hard to solve and it's good to realize that some will never be solved fully.

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C