“Be it so,” I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak, and again offering him my arm. He learned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended , passed on and descending again arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaus rather to glow than flame.
1. What is the title of this work？
2. What is the author of this work？
3. What is the theme of this story？
4. Please write out the rules of this author's principles for short story.