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.
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
I smiled,—for what had I to fear?
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night.
suspicion of foul play had been aroused.
No doubt I now grew very pale;
“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”