every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers—of my sagacity
He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his —could have detected anything wrong.
The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream.
A shriek was heard by the neighbors during the night.
You are under arrest for the murder of the old man!
“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!"