We went out to the streets of London, going past various streets. I wondered what Sherlock had in mind. By the sound of things, it appeared that the police have failed to catch Harrison and Holland, or have any idea about Vincent Von Galore's involvement.
"Sir, sir" the sound of a young boy came closer and closer. As I turned around I was shocked to see the Bakerstreet Irregulars come up to us. I immediately recognised Wiggins at the front, as he is the leader of the Bakerstreet Irregulars. He was followed by a few other boys who I didn't recognise.
"What are the Bakerstreet Irregulars doing here Holmes?" I asked.
"Ronan never told us where Vincent lived did he. If he had known, surely he would have told us. He did say where we could find himself after all" Sherlock answered.
"So were going to use the Bakerstreet Irregulars to find him?" I asked.
"To a degree yes" Holmes replied. He turned to Wiggins. Right, I want you lot to go and find someone for me, his name is Harrison O'brackley."
No sooner had Sherlock mentioned the name, one of the boys muttered "Harrison eh?"
I turned to him, and gasped. He looked exactly like the child Ronan described to us. Could this be Harrison O'brackley, the boy who stabbed Ronan Benedict?
The boy must have seen my reaction as he soon reassured me. "Nah, I'm not him. I'm his twin Dick Brackley." I sighed a relief. I'd completely forgotten that Harrison had a twin.
"Dick has been with us for quite a while now. You won't believe it, but apparently his former employer was a surgeon, but he was mysteriously murdered one day. Since then he joined us, and became a Bakerstreet Irregular."
"Last time I saw my brother was about 8 months ago. Some posh kid wanted us employees to be his servants."
"You're servants?" Sherlock inquired.
"Well he didn't say that precisely, but it was quite obvious what he meant."
"Most interesting" Sherlock noted. I didn't know what he found interesting. We were told this earlier by Ronan Benedict.
"Funnily enough Wiggins we know this" Sherlock said. "We believe that Harrison might have something to do with his death. This is why we wish to find him. I'll pay the usual rates. If you want to know what Harrison looks like, just look at your colleague. Dismissed!"
And with that the children ran off into the streets. In a sense I hoped it will not be Dick who finds Harrison. I don't particularly want Harrison to notice him, and then converse. Dick might just tell him what we're planning.
"Right then Watson, off to the police station. You remember me saying that Ronan has been denied by the police. Well he hasn't mentioned the police in his tale, hasn't he?" And with that we sped off.
When we reached the police station, I began to question the police's mental ability, like Sherlock said earlier on. How could the police fail to prosecute somebody who is so obviously guilty?
"Holmes! Watson!" A familiar voice echoed. I turned around and smiled as I saw inspector Lestrade. "What brings you here Holmes?" Lestrade asked.
"Ah Lestrade" Sherlock gasped. "Surely somebody like you should know exactly why I'm here."
"Let me guess, you're on the trail on yet another mystery, and you need our help."
"Hmmm… to an extent" Sherlock answered.
"Come in then and tell me what you need" Lestrade said.
We did more or less what Ronan told us to Lestrade. Holmes was not exactly happy with this, but we had no other option. The police was hiding something and we needed to know what.
"Hmm…" Lestrade muttered. "That sounds suspicious, Leonard; who was in charge of the Eelstone murder case."
"Just a minute" a blonde haired man answered who looks like he's involved in documentation. "Ah here we are Lestrade, it was Lawrence Zidane."
As soon as the detective's name was mentioned Lestrade had gone very red. I had a feeling that whoever inspector Zidane is, he is not someone who Lestrade is friendly with.
"Lawrence… Zidane?" Lestrade questioned frustratingly.
"That's what it says here." Leonard replied.
"Come with me you two." Lestrade said referring to me and Holmes.
Lestrade directed us to the office of Inspector Zidane. When I had a look inside, I suddenly realised why Lestrade seemed so angry at the sound of 'Lawrence Zidane'. There were 4 men in the room. 3 of them were ordinary constables, but the other one was the detective. All of which were drinking rather expensive looking wine. He had extremely pale skin, to the extent he looked paler than Ronan Benedict, the child who'd been stabbed. He also had very long black hair, which gave me the impression of a Goth .The inspector turned on us.
"You lot go, except you Gordon." The detective ordered. Two of the men left at this command except a bold, large, muscular man who is a lot taller than anyone else in the room. "What do you want Lestrade?" Zidane questioned angrily.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Zidane?" Lestrade questioned back.
"Just a little celebrating drink after we solved a case." Zidane answered honestly. "You haven't answered my question."
"I want to know why; Vincent Von Galore Junior isn't in a cell, for the murder of Mr and Mrs Eelstone."
Zidane just chuckled. "And what makes you think Vincent did do the deed?" Zidane asked walking so close to Lestrade that Lestrade looked like he was holding back against Zidane, although I believe that constable Gordon was too intimidating for Lestrade to lash out.
"Considering there was a witness who identified the murderer of his mother and the attempted killer of himself, at the very least there should be a case to answer against Holland and Harrison. They are mere henchmen of Von Galore."
Zidane walked away from Lestrade. "Children are very... untrustworthy witnesses in my book." He said with facing Gordon but talking to Lestrade.
Without commenting, Lestrade began to turn back.
"Just one more thing Lestrade." Zidane added. Lestrade ignored him. "Who were these civilians with you?" Zidane asked, obviously referring to us.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes…" Sherlock began with contempt.
"Ah… Sherlock Holmes" Zidane turned round, with a very disturbing smile on his face. "I've heard of you… always interfering with the police's investigations. Well if you're investigating the Eelstone case then think again. Technically it's still under investigation. And I don't want you interfering!"
Zidane clicked his fingers and Gordon approached us viciously. I had one last look at Zidane before Gordon forced us out.