Revenge. An emotion. A passion. One that came to burn fiercely in the breast of Arnold Montresor. It was a consuming fire that he at last managed to quench, with a cask of a Montiago sherry. It all began, this strange and terrifying tale, in the famous Montresor vineyards in Tuscany, Italy. There, in the office of Arnold Montresor, a financer named Fortunato Bellini sealed his fate by suggesting to Arnold that he could have an extension on his debts, by allowing him to spend one night with his wife.