Above all was the sense of hearing acute. But why will you say I am mad? I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had the eye of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it
I was never kinder to the old man the whole week before i killed him. At every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see as he lay apon his bed.
The old mans time has come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. In a instant I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him.
First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the chamber and deposited all between scantlings.
As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. There stood three men, who introduced themselves with perfect suavity, as officers of the police - and they (the officers) had been deputed to search.
"Villains!" I shrieked "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks - here, here! - it is the beating of his hideous heart!"