It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.
So, what did you do that ended getting you stuck in here?
...for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.
His evil eye? The old man had an evil eye?
Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
That is a weird looking eye that old man has. Its kind of creepy...
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 for ever.
How did you get the eye without the old man seeing you?
You should have seen how wisely I proceeded—with what caution—with what foresight—with what dissimulation I went to work!
Where did you hide the victim so the cops wouldn't see 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, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his —could have detected anything wrong.
Wow that's clever. I should try that next time when I get out of this jail cell.