It was open. Wide, Wide open. And i grew furious.I saw it with perfect distinctness, all a dull blue, with a hideuos,veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but i could see nothing else of the old man's face.
He shrieked once. And only once. In an instant I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him.
I then smiled Gazily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beated on with a muffled sound. it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.