it is impossible to say how it entered my brain; but once conseived. it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. passion there was none.I loved the old man. he had never wronged me. he had never given me insult. for his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this!
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 sufficent for head i put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then thrust in my head.
The old mans hour had come! with a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. he shreiked 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 had been so far done.
there entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. a shreik had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had be deputed to search the premises.
I felt that I must scream or die! and now-- again! -- hark! Louder! Louder! Louder! "Villians!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
"here, here! -is the beating of his hideous heart!"