I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult.
He had the eye of a vulture- a pale blue eye, with a film over it. When ever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold.
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.
There entered three men, who introduced themselves as officers of the police. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search. I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues.