At night, the old man woke up and I saw his vulture eye. His heart beat grew louder and louder so I took his life.
Then I dismembered the corpse, drained the blood in a tub, and placed the limbs in the wood planks.
The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; we had been deputed to search the premises.
I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. When they were satisfied they sat down. I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. I got very upset because of the beating of the heart... I coudn't take it anymore
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"