"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!"
"I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it—oh, so gently!"
"I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out—“Who’s there?”
"The old man’s hour had come! With a loudyell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him." "I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead."
"The night waned, and I worked hastily but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs." "A tub had caught all—ha! ha!"
"VILLAINS!" "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of the his hideous heart!"