¨It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once convinced it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. I was never kinder to the old man then during the whole week before I killed him.¨
¨And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh so gently.¨
¨Ha! Would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously oh so cautiously- cautiously- I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And I did this for seven long nights-every night just at midnight-but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his evil eye."
"When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open-a very, very little crevice in the lantern. It was wide-wide open- and it grew furious as I gazed upon it."
After this I knocked him out and cut his body in to tiny pieces.
"He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber and deposited all between the scantlings."
"Now even though the old man was dead, I can still hear his heart beat very softly."
"A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; information had been lodged by the police office, and they had been deputed to search the premises. No doubt I grew very pale. "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks-here, here!-It is the beating heart!""