(for the hinges creaked I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. Afterward, he bade the police to sit down, and he brought a chair and sat upon "the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim." The officers were so convinced that there was nothing to be discovered in the apartment that could account. 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. this I thought, and this I think. The narrator hates the eye and decides to kill the old man to be free. I moved it slowly -very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep.
And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. I heard many things in hell. The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed - not dulled them.