Tales of Terror Page #4

early and we spent some time together.

But I see you've already gone to bed.

Oh, yes. l... I was very tired.

Exerting yourself?

Exerting?

I had a very strenuous day.

And a more strenuous evening, l assume.

I beg your pardon?

- Isn't it a little too late to beg my pardon?

- I... I don't know what you mean.

You lie! You dirty, faithless

little trollop, you!

You lie!

So you know.

How long has this been going on?

Long enough for me to realise that

our marriage is a farce, a mockery!

You can no longer

wound me with your cruelty.

I have found, at long last, love.

How touching.

Mock me if you will, but this is the end.

You and l are finished.

I'm going to leave you

and become Mrs. Fortunato Luchresi!

You are?

Congratulations.

Good afternoon, Mr. Herringbone!

- How very nice to see you again.

- And how nice to see you again!

- And how well you look.

- Thank you, sir. And yourself as well.

- Thank you. Come in.

- Thank you.

- After you, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

And how nice of you and Mrs., uh...

Mrs. Herringbone to invite me for dinner.

Oh, we're enchanted to have you, sir.

Most delighted, I assure you.

- Please.

- Thank you.

Ah, the cat!

The cat. What a charming fellow he is!

- Yes, isn't he?

- Yes. And is Mrs. Herringbone about?

Oh, yes. She's very, very busy

preparing our dinner.

- May l offer you some sherry?

- Oh, l'm delighted, sir. Delighted!

- Amontillado?

- That's correct, sir.

Ah, but what an amontillado!

A wine to conjure memories

of taste buds in transport.

I'm terribly happy you like it, sir.

To your health.

- And to yours, sir.

- Thank you, sir.

- A draught from paradise.

- That it is, that it is.

Let me fill your glass.

Look, mine is always empty.

- Well, I cannot resist.

- That I've noticed.

- I beg your pardon?

- No, nothing, nothing.

To your long life.

And to your long life, sir.

Right now l have a better chance

than you have.

- You spoke, sir?

- No, no. Nothing.

- Let me fill up your glass.

- Well, just a bit more.

Where did you get this... -

pardon me - this excellent wine?

Oh, I've had that in my cellar

for a long, long time.

- Indeed?

- Saving it for a very special occasion.

- Oh, today?

- Yes, sir.

- What occasion? Surely not my presence.

- That's part of it.

And what is the other part?

Your death.

What are you doing?

I'll give you three guesses.

- Surely you can't mean to?

- Wall you in, yes.

- But why?

- Ask your treasure, your heart of hearts.

- What?

- Ask Annabel!

Annabel? l...

Ann... a... bel?

You... you killed her.

You notice everything, don't you?

Help!

Please, let me go. Help!

Don't make so much noise. I don't like it.

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