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.
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 neighbors heard a shriek in the night and we just came to check on things.
absent in the country.
Where's the old man?
Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound —much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton.
dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!