He had the eye of a vulture, Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man.
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in!
The old man's hour had come! In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse.
The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.
There entered three men, who introduced themselves as officers of the police and they had been deputed to search the premises.
I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone.
I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"