It was his intention, after he had secured the "plunder"-- to adopt a Western phrase--to come downstairs and leave the hotel, not to return, as otherwise, as soon as Andy should discover his loss, the door between the two rooms would, naturally, point to him as the thief.
He didn't go up to his room till half-past ten.

This was an hour and a half later than Andy retired, and would give him a chance to get fast asleep.
"He must be asleep now," he thought.
On reaching the corridor on which both of the chambers were situated, he stood a moment before Andy's door, and listened.

It was not often that our young hero was guilty of snoring, but to-night he was weary, and had begun to indulge in this nocturnal disturbance.

The sounds which he heard were very satisfactory to Fairfax.
"The boy's fast asleep," he muttered.

"I'll go into his room, and make quick work of it.