One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
I was singularly at ease. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears. They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!
every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it.
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. The old man was dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
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.
The shriek was my own in a dream. The old man was absent in the country.
suspicion of foul play had been aroused
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night
The officers were satisfied. They sat and they chatted of familiar things.
Villains! dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!