With the box still in his hands he stole on tiptoe into the room and looked carefully round him.
His brothers were sleeping lightly, looking as though they would be easily and speedily aroused.

But the monk was snoring deeply, and the bloated face which was turned towards him displayed that abandonment of repose which bespeaks a very sound and even sottish slumber.
The boy looked with repulsion at the flushed face, the open mouth, and dropped jaw.

Something in the expression of that sleeping face filled him with scorn and loathing.

No danger of this man's awakening; his half-drunken sleep was far too heavy and sodden.
Edred stepped lightly across the room towards the chest which he had had moved the previous evening, and lying at full length along the floor, he proceeded to shake his box after the manner of a pepper pot until he had made beneath the chest a soft layer of dust which looked like the accumulation of weeks.

It was deftly and skilfully done, and although he looked critically at the after effect, to make sure there was nothing artificial about the aspect, he could not detect anything amiss.
The next step was to carry away his box, empty it out of a window, and break in pieces the perforated part, that there might be no tracing his action in this matter.