input: Text: THE STAR-SENT KNAVES BY KEITH LAUMER Illustrated by Gaughan When the Great Galactic Union first encounters Earth... is this what is going to happen? I Clyde W. Snithian was a bald eagle of a man, dark-eyed, pot-bellied, with the large, expressive hands of a rug merchant. Round-shouldered in a loose cloak, he blinked small reddish eyes at Dan Slane's travel-stained six foot one. "Kelly here tells me you've been demanding to see me." He nodded toward the florid man at his side. He had a high, thin voice, like something that needed oiling. "Something about important information regarding safeguarding my paintings." "That's right, Mr. Snithian," Dan said. "I believe I can be of great help to you." "Help how? If you've got ideas of bilking me...." The red eyes bored into Dan like hot pokers. "Nothing like that, sir. Now, I know you have quite a system of guards here—the papers are full of it—" "Damned busybodies! Sensation-mongers! If it wasn't for the press, I'd have no concern for my paintings today!" "Yes sir. But my point is, the one really important spot has been left unguarded." "Now, wait a minute—" Kelly started. "What's that?" Snithian cut in. "You have a hundred and fifty men guarding the house and grounds day and night—" "Two hundred and twenty-five," Kelly snapped. "—but no one at all in the vault with the paintings," Slane finished. "Of course not," Snithian shrilled. "Why should I post a man in the vault? It's under constant surveillance from the corridor outside." "The Harriman paintings were removed from a locked vault," Dan said.
  Question: Who is Fathead?
  
   (A) Blote.
   (B) Kelly.
   (C) Mr. Snithian.
   (D) One of Blote's superiors.
  Answer:
output: Blote.