I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. He had never given me insult. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound.
I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim. The officers were satisfied.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"