My name is Monsignor Giovanni Thomasino. I have been Montressor's Priest, friend and confidant since the time he came of age. I would describe him a wealthy bachelor and quite "skilled in Italian Vintages." (161) He has always been a reserved, non-violent, patient person with an eye for details, which is why his confession came as such a surprise and utter shock to me.
In 1846, Montressor fell ill with the sweating sickness. He, as with the others afflicted with this illness would certainly perish. Montressor knew this and perhaps that is why he confided in me, to clear his conscience. A death bed confession perhaps. He began by uttering these words "[t]he thousand injuries of Fortunato I had born as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge." (161) He went on to say "I must not only punish but punish with impunity." (161) I was bewildered by these statements as it was not in Montressor's character to be vengeful or violent. He continued to inform me of the vengeance he instilled on Fortunato back in the year 1796, fifty years earlier.
Knowing Fortunato "had a weak point...priding himself upon his connoisseurship in wine" (161) Montressor took full advantage of this fact. He lured him to his vaults under the guise of having a "pipe of what passed for Amontillado" (161) and wanted him to authenticate it as he had his doubts; however, "fearful of losing a bargain" (161) he bought it anyway.