This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused;
The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed.
I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone.Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"