Immediately he turned and disappeared down the stairs.

Evidently he desired not to be questioned.
Breton surveyed the bundle doubtfully, turned it this way and that.

On opening it he was greatly surprised to find his master's celebrated grey cloak.

He examined it.

It was soiled and rent in several places.
Breton hung it up in the closet, shaking his head.
"This is very irregular," he muttered.