And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it—And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.
no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew! —they were making a mockery of my horror!
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
my work here is done!
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused;
I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”