I'm going to kill an old man in a week because of his eye, It's like a vulture eye but it has a film over it. "He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it."
I watch him at night to see if he gets up when I open his door. "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?"
I killed the old man. "Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.