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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By EMMETT McDOWELL Death was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and every planet had known his touch. But now, on 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. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that 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. but then it is always hot on Mercury, the hung faultlessly. His black hair was close-cropped, his nose thin and in time." Her hands were clenched in her lap. The knuckles were white. The man said nothing. "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 The girl started, glanced at the pianist, said with a shiver: "We can't locate Karfial Hodes. Don't look at me that way, Jaro. You frighten me. I'm telling the truth. We can't find him. That's why we called you. "Why? What makes you think that?" "He was seen," she began, then stopped with a gasp. he could sense it. An exclamation was suddenly choked off as if a hand had been He wondered who was putting up the ten thousand Earth notes? Who stood to lose most in case of a revolution? The answer seemed obvious enough. Who, but Albert Peet. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe. And what had happened to the girl. Had the rebels abducted her. If followers. Once back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes, unbuckled a shoulder holster containing a compressed air slug gun, stepped under the shower. His body was lean and brown as his face and marked with innumerable scars. There were small round puckered scars and long thin ones, and his left shoulder bore the unmistakable stretching out on the bed began to contemplate his toes with singular interest. He had, he supposed, killed rather a lot of men. He had fought in the deadly little wars of the Moons of Jupiter for years, then the Universal Debacle of 3368, after that the Martian Revolution as well as dozens of skirmishes between the Federated Venusian States. No, there was little doubt but that he had killed quite a number of men. But this business of hunting a man through the rat-runs beneath the city was out of his line. whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases. He doubted that even she remembered her right name. "Then I was right "But you stand to lose most in case of a successful revolution?" Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time Mikail's abduction fifteen minutes after the fact." seldom shot to kill, it stopped a man like a well placed mule's hoof. He adjusted the gun lightly in its holster in order that it wouldn't stick if he were called upon to use it in a hurry. Then he went out clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone: "Stanley, I thought I left you in the native quarter. Why did you follow me? How many times have I told you never to come here?" youth. "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 hands began to creep upward. "You dirty ..." he began, but he got no further. Jaro Moynahan shot him in the shoulder. The compressed air slug gun had seemed to leap into Jaro's hand. The of two poisoned needle guns. "I'll get you for this," said Stanley, his mouth twisted in pain. "You've broken my shoulder. I'll kill you." The door to the inner sanctum swung open. "What's happened?" cried Albert Peet in distress. "What's wrong with you, Stanley?" "This dirty slob shot me in the shoulder." "But how badly?" Peet was wringing his hands. "Nothing serious," said Jaro. "He'll have his arm in a sling for a "Stanley," said Mr. Peet. "You're bleeding all over my carpet. Why carpet. Joan Webb "There's been an—ah—accident," said Mr. Peet, and he licked his lips. "Really, Mr. Moynahan, was it necessary to shoot Stanley? Isn't that—ah—a little extreme? I'm afraid it might incapacitate him, and I had a job for him." "Oh," cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. "Did you shoot that poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?" "Poor boy?" said Jaro mildly. "Venomous little rattlesnake. I took these toys away from him." He held out the poisoned dart guns. "You take them, Mr. Peet. Frankly, they give me the creeps. They might go off. A scratch from one of those needles would be enough." staunched the flow of blood. His face was even whiter, if possible. Jaro eyed him coldly as with his good hand the youth dropped the dart "Act like you want to use those and I'll put a slug in your head next time." some explanation. But the fact is that Stanley brought an important bit Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe." "The fact is, Mr. Moynahan, that we won't need you after all. I realize "Stanley!" called Albert Peet. The pale-faced young man appeared in the doorway, the dart gun in his good hand. Jaro Moynahan dropped on his face, jerking out his slug gun as he fell. There was a tiny plop like a cap exploding. He heard the whisper of the poisoned dart as it passed overhead. Then he fired from the floor. The pale-faced young man crumpled like an empty sack. Jaro got up, keeping an eye on Albert Peet, brushed off his knees. "You've killed him," said Peet. "If I were you, Mr. Moynahan, I would be on the next liner back to Earth." Without answering, Jaro backed watchfully from the room. Once Jaro Moynahan had regained the street, he mopped his forehead with his handkerchief. Whatever was going on, these boys played for keeps. Albert Peet forgot to introduce us. There's some skullduggery going on here that I'm particularly anxious to get to the bottom of. I thought you might be able to help me." thoughtfully. "I'll have to confide certain facts which might be "you might begin by calling me Joan. You make me feel downright ancient." "Well then," he said. "In the first place, I just killed that baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office." " Awk! " said Joan, choking on the Latonka. "It was self-defense," he hastened to assure her. "He took a pot shot at me with that poisoned dart gun." "But the police!" she cried, as she caught her breath. "There'll never be an investigation. Albert Peet will see to that. I was called here on what I supposed was a legitimate revolution. Instead I was offered ten thousand Earth notes to assassinate the leader of the revolution." "What revolution? I'm going around in circles." Trust." "What about this Karfial Hodes?" said Jaro. "I've heard that he's "It's not true," Joan flared. "It's all a pack of lies invented by the

<question>:
Which isn't true about Stanley?

<options>:
A he can play piano
B he works for Mr. Peet
C he cares about the Mercurians
D he's killed people before

<answer>:

C