Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work!
After smothering the old man and listening to his heart drum its final beats, I used my dagger to dismember him. You see, this was a wise precaution necessary to conceal my actions from the prying neighbors. I had been so careful - no stains or tools left around. I had scattered my tools and his assorted remains throughout the nearby woods and just returned to my chambers when there was a knock upon the door. I went down to open it with a light heart - for what did I have to fear? Three constables responding to a neighbor's report of a shriek.
I bade them to look around. There was nothing to see. As we chatted, innocently, my head began to ache and a pounding, thumping really, began to ring in my ears. Louder and louder. Could they not hear it? They conitnued chatting of mundane things. Louder - the noise steadily increased. What could I do? Was it even possible they had not heard it? No, no! They heard, they suspected....they KNEW! Even as they were chatting pleasantly. They were making a mockery of me and my horror. There is that noise again - louder, Louder, LOUDER!. Anything is more tolerable than this!
"Villains", I screamed, "I did it. I admit it". "Go to the posted coordinates to begin your search. Just find the final and make it STOP!"