Боченя амонтільядо

           “Passyourhand,”Isaid,“overthewall;youcannothelpfeelingthenitre. Indeed,itisverydamp. Oncemoreletmeimploreyoutoreturn. No?ThenImustpositivelyleaveyou. ButImustfirstrenderyouallthelittleattentionsinmypower.” 

           “TheAmontillado!”ejaculatedmyfriend,notyetrecoveredfromhisastonishment. 

           “True,”Ireplied;“theAmontillado.” 

           AsIsaidthesewordsIbusiedmyselfamongthepileofbonesofwhichIhavebeforespoken. Throwingthemaside,Isoonuncoveredaquantityofbuildingstoneandmortar. Withthesematerialsandwiththeaidofmytrowel,Ibeganvigorouslytowalluptheentranceoftheniche. 

           IhadscarcelylaidthefirsttierofthemasonrywhenIdiscoveredthattheintoxicationofFortunatohadinagreatmeasurewornoff. TheearliestindicationIhadofthiswasalowmoaningcryfromthedepthoftherecess. Itwasnotthecryofadrunkenman. Therewasthenalongandobstinatesilence. Ilaidthesecondtier,andthethird,andthefourth; andthenIheardthefuriousvibrationsofthechain. Thenoiselastedforseveralminutes,duringwhich,thatImighthearkentoitwiththemoresatisfaction,Iceasedmylaboursandsatdownuponthebones. Whenatlasttheclankingsubsided,Iresumedthetrowel,andfinishedwithoutinterruptionthefifth,thesixth,andtheseventhtier. Thewallwasnownearlyuponalevelwithmybreast.