I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. 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, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.
*Tick* *Tick* *Tick*
"Villains, dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!”