Just seen...

Geriatric Sherlock Holmes with requisite waddle and chin flap (shaped like a perfect human, three-leaf clover) wearing paper boy cap and pin-striped pants under long, black, trench coat.

The pretty blond sitting next to him couldn't help stare, incredulously. Her black fur Russian hat contrasted not-at-all with her black coat, black sweater, black skirt, black--patterned--hose, and black, pointy boots.
I sensed her trepidation...what if he died on the subway sitting next to her--his detective head gently lolling against her. At least that's what I deduced, dear Watson.