On his head he will need his trusty flat cap.
On his feet he will need his faithful hob-nailed boots.
By his side he will need his pet whippet.
And on his face he will need a suitably dour expression, a bit like Richard Nixon before his chickens came home to roost.
But when he returns from his night out he will be, as the title of the book says:-

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