The tell-tale heart

I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
''Who's there?''
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead.
As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

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