 What is Miss Casey's motivation to feed the narrator?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The golden Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. I came alongside and carefully started to lever the old man loose, one finger at a time. "'Memory Jump,' you mean. All my great-grandfathers have it. The tubercular clerk looked up from the gaudy comics sections of one of those little tabloids that have the funnies a week in advance. The clerk's hand fell on the coin and slid it off into the unknown before I could move, what with holding up Doc. You don't have any quarter, not if I say so. I was bent double, but I got from the floor to the chair and found my notebook and orb-point in my hands. I found I couldn't focus both my mind and my eyes through the electric flashes of agony, so I concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their habit pattern and construct the symbols for his words. Somehow, inside me, I knew that these words were what I had been waiting for. They told everything I needed to know to become the most powerful man in the Solar Federation. Pain was a pendulum within me, swinging from low throbbing bass to high screaming tenor. I listened to him for a moment, then tested and tasted the craving that crawled through my veins. She was pink and clean and her platinum hair was pulled straight back, drawing her cheek-bones tighter, straightening her wide, appealing mouth, drawing her lean, athletic, feminine body erect. I don't know why, but nobody will help you if they think you are blotto. She spoke in an educated voice, one she used, perhaps, as a teacher or supervising telephone operator. "Do you want it for coffee, or to apply, or a glass or hypo of something else?" This moment should be mine, but there she sat, marring it for me, a contemptible tourist . Not abnormally stimulated, but strong, alert, poised on the brink of exhilaration. Earth-norm humans sometimes have the addiction to a slight extent, but I knew that as a Centurian I had it infinitely worse. Caffeine affected my metabolism like a pure alkaloid. They have a little caffeine in them—not enough, never enough, but better than nothing. The hamburger was engulfed by five black-crowned, broken fingernails and raised to two rows of yellow ivory. I surrounded it like an ameba, almost in a single movement of my jaws.
 She is after Kevin's secret.
 She is a good school teacher trying to help the needy.  She is police officer investigating stock market fraud.  She wants to give him a secret note.  She is after Kevin's secret.