"Yes," said McClure, as they walked softly. "I know."
"I am in the catacomb," cried Lantry.
"Yes, the catacomb," said the walking man over him.
"I am being chained to a wall, and there is no bottle of Amontillado here!" cried Lantry weakly, eyes closed.
"Yes," someone said.
There was movement. The flame door opened.
"Now someone is mortaring up the cell, closing me in!"
"Yes, I know." A whisper.
The golden box slid into the flame lock.
"I'm being walled in! A very good joke indeed! Let us be gone!" A wild scream and much laughter.