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? ? ? ? I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement --a grotesque one.
? ? ? ? "You do not comprehend?" he said.
? ? ? ? "Not I," I replied.
? ? ? ? "Then you are not of the brotherhood."
? ? ? ? "How?"
? ? ? ? "You are not of the masons."
? ? ? ? "Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes."
? ? ? ? "You? Impossible! A mason?"
? ? ? ? "A mason," I replied.
? ? ? ? "A sign," he said, "a sign."
? ? ? ? "It is this," I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaire a trowel.
? ? ? ? "You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado."
? ? ? ? "Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
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