The man telling this story is "mad" and a murderer. We cannot trust the point of view of this person. We see this story out of the eyes of a crazy man, so some things do not make sense, but we are able to see the reasoning of the murder. If we were to see the story from one of the police officer's point of view, we would be able to tell if he suspected the narrator. Our interpretation of the story would simply be an officer who goes to a house, has a pleasant chat with a man, and then discovers that the man is a murderer.
Here we are at the house that neighbor had said she heard a shriek from. The man who answered the door was casual. He wasn't acting guilty. We searched the house and came up with nothing. He had said the shriek was his own from a dream. It's a bit unusual for a grown man to be having nightmares, but nonetheless, he does seem like a trustworthy lad. Such a pleasant man too, and such interesting views on life.
He's starting to get pale, but I suppose that's just from lack of sleep. He's getting into deep topics now, the root of politics and such. Oh, he's furious now. Working up a sweat, pacing, shouting. I've never had such a conversation before.
All is well and then the good host screams a confession to a murder.
We find a heart and dismantled limbs under the floorboards. Who would have thought a man with fantastic manners would be so dark and murderous to kill a kind old man?
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