It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed.
With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only. 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.
The shriek, it was my own in a dream.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night.
Suspicion of foul play had been aroused.
I am sorry we were so demanding when we first arrived. I did not mean to accuse you of something you obviously didn't do.
I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!”
Yeah, we did not mean to harm you. You are very welcoming and thanks for the tea.
I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart.