One of his eyes resembled that 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.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen how wisely I proceeded — with what caution — with what foresight — with what dissimulation I went to work!
WHO'S THERE?
As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking a the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, - for had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police.
Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here-it is the beating of his hideous heart!