I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart.
His hideous eye was wide open. I stare at it in disgust
Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant.
I jump in and pin the mattress on him. His heart stops. The old man and his eye are dead.
I am getting pressured by the police. They won't leave. The heart is getting louder! Louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous heart!"