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True! - nervous - very very dreadfully I had been and am! but why will you say that I am mad?
He had the eye of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees - very gradually - I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my hand slipped upon the tin fastening and the old man sprang up in bed crying out...
The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once - once only. I dragged him onto the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him... At length it ceased. The old man was dead.
First of all I dismembered the corpse... There was nothing to wash out - no stain of any kind - no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all - ha! ha!
As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart,—for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night: suspicion of foul play had been aroused.
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