The man looked in the mirror one last time before heading out for the night. He adjusted his jet-black hair and grinned thinking about tonight’s adventure. Straightened his black tie and the collar on his freshly starched white shirt.
“Ahh, debonair,” he told his reflection.
He stepped into his sitting room and slipped on his white gloves, threw on his black cloak, and topped it off with his new black hat.
One last glance. He laughed, admiring his reflection. “Quite the nefarious lady-killer,” Jack said. He laughed as he left his house for another wonderful evening in the East End.