“Cask of Amontillado” by Edgar Allan Poe
"It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme
madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking
much. The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and
bells. I was so pleased to see him, that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
I said to him--'My dear
Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for
Amontillado, and I have my doubts.'
'How?' said he. 'Amontillado?
A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!'
'I have my doubts,' I
replied; 'and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be
found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.'
'I have my doubts.'
'And I must satisfy
'As you are engaged,
I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me--'
tell Amontillado from Sherry.'
'And yet some fools
will have it that his taste is a match for your own.'
'Come, let us go.'
'To your vaults.'
'My friend, no;
I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchesi--'
'I have no engagement;--come.'
'My friend, no.
It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. They
are encrusted with nitre.'
'Let us go, nevertheless.
The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from
Thus speaking, Fortunato
possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask of black silk, and drawing a roquelaire closely about my person, I suffered
him to hurry me to my palazzo."