Mycroft Holmes - Coachman

You will find a small brougham waiting close to the curb, driven by a fellow with a heavy black cloak tipped at the collar with red.
A brougham was waiting with a very massive driver wrapped in a dark cloak, who, the instant that I had stepped in, whipped up the horse and rattled off to Victoria Station. On my alighting there he turned the carriage, and dashed away again without so much as a look in my direction.