"Night after night in the hour of the slowest clock, I opened the old man's door, for seven nights I waited."
I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled.
I kept quite still and said nothing.
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him, I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done.
The old man was dead.
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 anything wrong.
I took my visitors all over the house.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the nigh
had been deputed to search the premises.
until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears
I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!