Poe says he is very sane, and he can tell the story calmly, he says he is not sure why he did it, but he thinks it was for his blue eye. "Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is imposible to say how first the idea entered my brain. He had never wronged me. for his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this."
The man started going to the old man's house every night for 7 nighhts, only to spy on his blind eye."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. 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--undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the volture eye.And I did this for seven long nights.."
Night 8 was when the man decided to kill the old man."The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once-- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done."
The heart beat
After the man killed the old man and all the evidence was undone, 3 men knocked on the door who introduced themselves as police officers, and they came for a report of loud shrieks... but the man was not afraid, because he got rid of all evidence."As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it,--for what had I now to fear?There entered three men, who introduced themselves, as police officers."A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night"
The man left the officers to inspect,he brought chairs to the events room and while the police speak, the man begins to hear a sound that makes him nervous,he tried to avoid it but he couldn't contain it, so he confessed everything."Why would they not be gone?I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men--but the noise steadily increased.Oh God!what could I do? I foamed--I raved--I swore! I swung the chair upon the which I had been sitting, and greated it upon the boards but the noise arose over all-- and I couldn't hold it, so I confessed step by step, and how I did it."
For me, the most suspended moment in history is when the man begins to hear the heart sound of the anxian and does not want to be discovered and does a thousand things to disguise his anxiety. "The noise was constantly increasing, oh God, what could I do? I foamed--I raved--I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and greated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased.