During seven consecutive days at midnight the narrator watched the old man sleep, he was waiting for the old man´s eye to open.
At the eight night the narrator was more than usually cautious. The narrator already had his head in, and was about to open the lantern, when his thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, the old man cried out:
The narrator killed the old man. He dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him. Then he smiled.
The old man’s hour had come!
The narrator cut the old man’s head,arms,and legs. He took up three planks from the flooring and deposited all between the scantlings.
Goodnight sir! We are officers of the police. We are here because a shriek had been heard by a neighbor around midnight. Can we go check the house?
Yes, of course.
The narrator was being nice and kind with the officers so that they would not suspect anything.