"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! "
"I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep."
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
The narrator is telling us why he is going to kill the old man.
"The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead."
The narrator is sneaking into the old man's room to see if he can see the eye.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
The narrator accidentally wakes the old man.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"