in the dark night poe is holding the lantern wile wanching the old man.
there is nothing wrong with this old man, i think it is his eye!
and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening,
But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me
as the heart beat grew louder and louder.....
after he kill him he cut him in to peaces and buruid under the board
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!
A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night
in the end he was arested for killing the old man....