"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. Passion there was none. 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! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. 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 forever.
"If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body!"
A shriek had been heard in the middle of the night. Three policeman searched through the house and questioned me. I had nothing to fear. But a ringing noise in my ear festered...
The ringing was the sound of my victims heartbeat. I could bare it no longer. "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"