I watched him for seven nights, I stood desperately still. Only opening the door a very, very small amount.
Until the 8th night. That night I made a sudden sound and he woke. He cried out "who's there!"
I couldn't take it any more, so I did the deed. There was one scream, just one.
I dismembered the corpse. I removed the head, arms and legs from the body. I ever so precisely took up the floor boards and stuffed him in. I rejoiced as I replaced the boards ever so perfectly.
Then at the top of the fourth hour, there came a knock on the door. There were three men. They were officers of the police. They said that a neighbour herd a shriek. They though that there was a suspicion of foul play.
Villains! dissemble no more! it is the beating of the hideous hart!!!
There was a small distorted ringing. But then it became louder. I assured the three men that He was not dead. Then the ringing became worse. I tried to get the men out of the house with a little more force, but the men still sat like statues. The ringing became so bad that I couldn't take it any more. Then I told them about it all, everything! It was over, all over.