“Luchesi cannot tell the difference between Amontillado and water.”
“But many people say he knows as much about wine as you.”
“Come, let’s go.”
“Where to?”
“To your house.”
“My friend, no. You are too kind. It is easy to see that you are busy. I will go to Luchesi.”
“I am not busy. Let’s go.”
“But my friend, you seem to have a very bad cough. I keep my wine in the caves, deep under the house, near the family tombs. It is cold and wet there.”
“Let’s go. My cough is not too bad. Amontillado?”
“I hope so.”
“It cannot be. And forget Luchesi. He does not know wine.”
“If you say so.”
Fortunato took my arm. I pulled my long, black coat around me, and hurried Fortunato to my home. Nobody noticed us. They were all enjoying the party.
There was nobody at my house. They were all at the party too.
