Ay, dead or not, this was still the enemy.

'Time was that when the brains were out,' he thought; and the first word struck into his mind.

Time, now that the deed was accomplished--time, which had closed for the victim, had become instant and momentous for the slayer.
The thought was yet in his mind, when, first one and then another, with every variety of pace and voice--one deep as the bell from a cathedral turret, another ringing on its treble notes the prelude of a waltz-the clocks began to strike the hour of three in the afternoon.
The sudden outbreak of so many tongues in that dumb chamber staggered him.

He began to bestir himself, going to and fro with the candle, beleaguered by moving shadows, and startled to the soul by chance reflections.

In many rich mirrors, some of home design, some from Venice or Amsterdam, he saw his face repeated and repeated, as it were an army of spies; his own eyes met and detected him; and the sound of his own steps, lightly as they fell, vexed the surrounding quiet.