...this I did for seven long nights -every night just at midnight...And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber...indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
He had the eye of a vulture
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. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound.
he was stone dead
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"