And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it—oh, so gently!
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his —could have detected anything wrong.
I smiled,—for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream.
We are here to investigate this house due to a report of roughhousing behavior.
I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search—search well.
Where is the elder man?
“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”