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! He had the eye of a vulture.
I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it. Oh, so gently! When I had an opening sufficient for my head.
The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
*whisper* die evil eye
A police men came and said that a shriek 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 the officer had been deputed to search the premises.
Bye,bye evil, ugly eye of the devil.
I admit the deed! tear up the planks! here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!