This is also to due with his alcohol addiction. In the end they were both caught. They themselves were their own demise though, and had they not been so audacious, they would’ve walked away as free men. In The Tell-Tale Heart, A search party searched the house after a neighbor had reported a scream. The narrator eagerly showed them around the house and even bode them to rest in the victim’s room. The narrator then placed a chair down right on the floor boards the his victim’s dismembered body was sitting under, and guilt eventually led to the narrator opening up the floorboards to the party: “in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim” (Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart, 2). The narrator in The Black Cat however was not driven by guilt however. Instead he was brave enough, or stupid enough to tap on the wall, with a cane, in which he hid his wife’s corpse. An unholy inhuman screech answered back to him: “No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb!” (Poe, The Black Cat,
This is also to due with his alcohol addiction. In the end they were both caught. They themselves were their own demise though, and had they not been so audacious, they would’ve walked away as free men. In The Tell-Tale Heart, A search party searched the house after a neighbor had reported a scream. The narrator eagerly showed them around the house and even bode them to rest in the victim’s room. The narrator then placed a chair down right on the floor boards the his victim’s dismembered body was sitting under, and guilt eventually led to the narrator opening up the floorboards to the party: “in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim” (Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart, 2). The narrator in The Black Cat however was not driven by guilt however. Instead he was brave enough, or stupid enough to tap on the wall, with a cane, in which he hid his wife’s corpse. An unholy inhuman screech answered back to him: “No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb!” (Poe, The Black Cat,