No: everything was still.

It was merely the sound of his own footsteps.
When he reached the library, he saw the bag and coat in the corner.
They must be hidden away somewhere.

He unlocked a secret press that was in the wainscoting, a press in which he kept his own curious disguises, and put them into it.

He could easily burn them afterwards.
Then he pulled out his watch.

It was twenty minutes to two.
He sat down and began to think.