The Disappearance of My Portmanteau

Every scrap of paper was gone and with it all my nopes, my memoranda relating to railways and travel. I could find no trace of them anywhere. This looked like some new scheme of villainy. The suit in which I had travelled was gone and also my overcoat and rug. But then some thought occurred to me and I made search of my portmanteau and in the wardrobe where I had placed my clothes. And there they were! All that might be useful to me were I once outside the castle.