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 a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaure.
"You jest,"he exclaimed,recoiling a few paces."But let us proceed to the Amontillado."