Extraordinary Tales Page #3
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fell upon the vulture eye.
But I found the
eye always closed;
and so
it was impossible
to do the work;
for it was not the old man
who vexed me,
but his Evil Eye.
I was never kinder
to the old man than during
the whole week
before I killed him.
And this I did for
seven long nights.
Every night, just at midnight.
But I found the
eye always closed.
Upon the eighth night
I was more than usually cautious
in opening the door.
A watch's minute hand moves
more quickly than did mine.
When I was about to
open the lantern,
my thumb slipped
upon the tin fastening.
And the old man sprang up in bed
crying out:
Who's there?He had been trying
to fancy them causeless.
He had been saying to himself:
"It is nothing
but the wind in the chimney.
It is only a mouse
crossing the floor."
But all in vain...
Then, there came to my ears
a low, dull, quick sound
such as the watch makes
when enveloped in cotton.
I knew that sound well.
It was the beating
of the old man's heart.
Meantime the hellish tattoo
of the heart increased.
It grew quicker and quicker,
louder and louder,
every instant.
The old man's hour had come!
He shrieked once, only once.
The old man was dead.
His eye would
trouble me no more.
you will think so no longer
when I describe
the wise precautions I took
for the concealment of the body.
First of all I
dismembered the corpse,
I then took up three planks
from the flooring
and deposited all
between the scantlings.
I then replaced the boards
so cleverly, so cunningly,
detected anything wrong.
who introduced themselves
as officers of the police.
and they had been deputed
to search the premises.
I bid the gentleman welcome.
The shriek, I said,
was my own in a dream.
The old man, I mentioned,
was absent in the country.
The officers were satisfied,
But, ere long,
and wished them gone.
My head ached
and I fancied a
ringing in my ears.
I found that the noise
was not within my ears.
I gasped for breath,
and yet the officers
heard it not.
Why would they not be gone?
Oh God!
What could I do?
Was it possible they heard not?
No!... No!
They heard;
they suspected!
THEY KNEW!
They were making mockery
of my horror.
"Villains!"
I shrieked, "I admit the deed!
"Tear up the planks!
"Here,
"here!
"It is the beating
"of his hideous heart!"
So you presume
everyone is guilty
of some unfathomable crime?
A crime that should
remain unpunished?
I feel flattered.
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