I broke and reached him a flagon of De GrÔve. He emptied it at a
breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw
the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement - a
"You do not comprehend?"
"Then you are not of the brotherhood."
"You are not of the masons."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes."
"You? Impossible! A mason?"
I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the
folds of my roquelaire. "It is this."
"You jest." But let us
proceed to the Amontillado."