Street clothes.

Presently he found a dark suit, commendable not so much for its style as for the fact that it was the nearest fit he could find.

He had to roll up the trouser hems.
Hats.

Chuckling like a boy rummaging a jam closet, he rifled the shelves and pulled down a black derby of an unknown vintage.

Large; but a runner of folded paper reduced the size.