It is nothing but the wind in the chimney but the wind- it is only a mouse crossing the floor.
It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.
I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. I instantly dragged him to the floor.
I pulled the heavy bed over him.
After a few minutes, he became quiet. He's dead, the old man is now dead! I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone dead.
I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
I took three planks from the flooring of the chamber and deposited all scantlings. I then replace the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye- not even his- could have detected anything wrong.