I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
The eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work. So i watched him for 8 nights.
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?"
Your under arrest!
I DID IT!
With a loud yell, 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 then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly 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!
VILLIANS! I shrieked, "Dissemble no more!I admit the deed!— tear up the planks! —here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”