"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult."
So why would you kill someone you love so much?
I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
And why would him having a "a pale blue eye" be a reason to murder this old man?
Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
Can you please tell us how you killed the old man?
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
And how did you hide the body?
The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence ...I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his —could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out—no stain of any kind—no blood-spot whatever.
How do you plead?
“Villains...dissemble no more! I admit the deed..."