For his gold I had no desire. He had the eye of a vulture a pale blue eye, with a film over it. 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 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, so 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.