True! -- nervous -- very, very, dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually -- I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
For seven nights at midnight the narrator watches the old man sleep. He does not kill him because his "eye of a vulture" was closed.
On the eighth night, the old man wakes up and the narrator kills him of his evil eye.
The police come and question the narrator. The narrator's heart "grew louder -- louder -- louder!".
The narrator confesses that he killed the old man.
Villains! dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! here, here! - It is the beating of his hideous heart!