This piece shows how that narrator looks though the old mans door every night to see to see if the man was up. "And every night at midnight, I opened his door. I eased it open very gently."
The man is in the room with the old man and he is about to kill the old man. "terror in the face of death. it was not just a groan of pain or grief. Oh, no. it was the sound that comes from the bottom of the soul."
After the man hide the old man in the floor after killing him the police came over and the man invited them in for tea. " i was so confident that I brought chairs into the room and asked them to sit down."