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"
I
want
this
to
be
perfect
,
"
said
Stendahl
,
holding
his
lantern
up
so
its
light
penetrated
in
upon
the
slumped
figure
.
"
Jingle
your
bells
softly
.
"
The
bells
rustled
.
"
Now
,
if
you
’
ll
please
say
,
«
For
the
love
of
God
,
Monstresor
,
»
I
might
let
you
free
.
"
The
man
’
s
face
came
up
in
the
light
.
There
was
a
hesitation
.
Then
grotesquely
the
man
said
,
"
For
the
love
of
God
,
Montresor
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Stendahl
,
eyes
closed
.
He
shoved
the
last
brick
into
place
and
mortared
it
tight
.
"
Requiescat
in
pace
,
dear
friend
.
"
He
hastened
from
the
catacomb
.
In
the
seven
rooms
the
sound
of
a
midnight
clock
brought
everything
to
a
halt
.
The
Red
Death
appeared
.
Stendahl
turned
for
a
moment
at
the
door
to
watch
.
And
then
he
ran
out
of
the
great
House
,
across
the
moat
,
to
where
a
helicopter
waited
.
"
Ready
,
Pikes
?
"
"
Ready
.
"
"
There
it
goes
!
"
