He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. He had the eye of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad.
Madmen know nothing.
But you should have seen me. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. I moved it slowly - very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed.