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

<passage>:
Mercury, he was selling his guns into the weirdest of all his exploits—gambling his life men and women sitting at the tables drank heavily of Latonka, the Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste. 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 Universal Debacle of 3368, after that the Martian Revolution as well as business of hunting a man through the rat-runs beneath the city was out Mr. Peet licked his lips again. "I have come, Mr. Moynahan, on a matter of business, urgent business. I had not intended to appear in this matter. I preferred to remain behind the scenes, but the disappearance Mr. Peet licked his lips. "But you will, surely you will. Unless Karfial Hodes is stopped immediately there will be a bloody uprising all over the planet during the Festival of the Rains. Earth doesn't "Perhaps. I have a large interest in the Latonka trade. It is—ah—lucrative." Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Why beat about the bush," he asked with a sudden grin. "Mr. Peet, you've gained control of the Latonka trade. Other Earthmen are in control I don't wonder that you are afraid of a revolution." Mr. Peet took out a handkerchief and mopped his forehead. "Fifteen thousand Earth notes I can offer you. But no more. That is as high as I entrance. His black eyes burned holes in his pale boyish face. His white suit was blotched with sweat and dirt. "They told me Mr. Peet was here," he said. "It's for you," said Jaro over his shoulder. Where's Miss Mikail?" "I got away. Look, Mr. Peet, I got to see you alone." Albert Peet said, "Would you excuse me, Mr. Moynahan?" He licked his lips. "I'll just step out into the hall a moment." He went out, drawing the door shut after him. stick if he were called upon to use it in a hurry. Then he went out into the hall. At the desk he inquired if any messages had come for him. There were none, but the clerk had seen Mr. Peet with a young fellow take the incline to the underground. Above the clerk's head a newsograph was reeling off the current events almost as soon as they happened. Jaro Earth Congress suspends negotiations on Mercurian freedom pending Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the "LATONKA TRUST" He pushed through the door into a rich carpeted reception room. At the far end was a second door beside which sat a desk, door and desk being railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices then quite 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?" "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." carpet. Joan Webb "There's been an—ah—accident," said Mr. Peet, and he licked his lips. "Call a doctor, Miss Webb." Miss Webb raised an eyebrow, went to the visoscreen. In a moment she "Oh," said Miss Webb, "the offices of the Latonka Trust." "Thank you," said Miss Webb. She flicked the machine off, then added: "You trollop." Mr. Peet regarded Jaro Moynahan with distress. "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 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." Mr. Peet accepted the guns gingerly. He held them as if they might explode any minute. He started to put them in his pocket, thought better of it, glanced around helplessly. nasty little contraptions for all the Latonka on Mercury." 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 "Why, no, I mean yes," replied Miss Webb, a blank expression in her eyes. "Goodbye, Miss Webb," said Mr. Peet firmly. Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room. As the door closed behind the girl, Albert Peet licked his lips, said: "Mr. Moynahan, I suppose my disappearance back at your room requires notes?" "That's fair enough," replied Jaro. Albert Peet sighed. "I have the check made out." "Only," continued Jaro coldly, "I'm not ready to be bought off. I think I'll deal myself a hand in this game." Mr. Peet's face fell. "You won't reconsider?" "Sorry," said Jaro "but I've got a date. I'm late now." He started to leave. "Stanley!" called Albert Peet. The pale-faced young man appeared in the doorway, the dart gun in his 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. 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." " said Joan, choking on the Latonka. 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 "The Mercurians, of course." Peet and the rest of the combine had such an easy time gaining control of the Latonka trade." Joan—I've a notion that we're going to be a great team. How do you happen to be Albert Peet's private secretary?" "A gal's gotta eat. But the truth is, I was quitting. The Latonka Trust is almost on the rocks. Their stock has been dropping like a meteor." Jaro Moynahan raised his oblique brows but did not interrupt. "Albert Peet," she continued, "has been trying to sell out but nobody will touch the stock, not since it looks as if the Earth Congress is going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka Latonka Trust. I know." "But I should think rumors like that would run down the Latonka stock."

<question>:
What would happen if the supply of Latonka were to be cut off?

<options>:
A The Latonka Trust stock would increase.
B Mercury Sam’s Garden would gain customers.
C Demand would decrease throughout the universe.
D Albert Peet would lose his fortune.

<answer>:

D