I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out—“Who's there?”
I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed on top of him. Then i smiled gaily.
I took three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between between the scantlings. i then replaced the boards so cleaverly, so cunningly, that no human eye-not even his- could have detected it.
there entered 3 men , who introduced themselves with perfect suavity. as officers for the police.
i swung the chair upon which i had been sitting and grated upon the boards.