Myself, Sherlock and Lestrade went back outside. I heard Lestrade muttering about wanting to get some fresh air, so when we got outside I heard him pant again and again. Never before have I seen him so angry.
"That man, he… he…" Lestrade said before he went into utter rage which I normally didn't connect with Lestrade. Eventually Lestrade bid us good day and stormed back inside.
"What did you think about inspector Zidane Watson?" Sherlock asked quite pleasantly.
"Well I've never seen a man quite so vulgar." I replied much less pleasantly due to the man I was talking about.
"Was there anything Zidane said which troubled you Watson?" Sherlock asked yet again pleasantly. I stared at him in astonishment.
"You mean he's hiding something?"
"When we first saw him he was having rather expensive wine with 3 other officers. When we entered he asked all of them but Gordon to leave. Why would he do this? The answer is elementary Watson. Zidane evidently said something to us that he didn't want anyone but Gordon to know."
"But what Holmes?" I asked.
"It couldn't have been anything about the case. The Eelstones died months ago so I doubt that he thought about the Von Galores when he first saw us." Sherlock deducted.
"Then what did Zidane want to keep from anyone?" I asked.
"The wine of course Watson. That was the only thing that Zidane could have deduced Lestrade would say, and therefore didn't want the other two constables to know something about."
Now think about it, I did recall Lestrade asking Zidane about the wine before we went onto the discussion about the case. I recalled Zidane claiming it was a celebrating drink after solving case. I smiled to myself. Now I realised that Lawrence Zidane has something to hide. I wondered what else he was hiding other than his sources of alcoholic drinks.
We were walked back to 221B Bakerstreet where we were greeted by an angry Mrs Hudson.
"You have visitors Mr. Holmes, two children, none of them dressed smartly by that nice looking lad that was here early on." Mrs Hudson was obviously describing the Bakerstreet Irregulars. Evidently they have found Harrison. I walked in to find Wiggins and Dick sitting in the seats myself and Sherlock would usually occupy."
"Did you find Harrison?" Sherlock asked eagerly.
"Yes" Dick answered quite happily. "I've found him doing a bit of shopping. Decided to talk to him, pretended I was passing by and wanted to catch up on things."
"Did he fall for it?" I asked as eagerly as Sherlock did.
"Oh yes, Harrison was never very bright."
"Did you manage to find the location of Vincent Von Galore?" Sherlock asked.
"Unfortunately no, but what I had managed to coax out of him, that Vincent Von Galore and his other child servant Holland are going out to the Rich Wine club tomorrow evening."
"The Rich Wine club?" I questioned Dick.
"Yep, that's the place."
I looked at Sherlock at exactly the same way he looked at me. Could this Rich Wine club have anything to do with Lawrence Zidane? We might just kill two birds with one stone here.
"Very well then Wiggins, tell everyone to meet me outside here at midday in two days' time, and I will pay you." And with that both Dick and Wiggins were out in a flash.
It shouldn't be too surprising when the next day at 5'oclock; we were out to the Rich Wine club. It wasn't the most beautiful places on the outside, as the sign with the club's name was missing the letter R. Inside wasn't too grand either. The walls were heavily dusty, and it didn't smell particularly nice either.
"Look Watson!" Sherlock whispered into my ear whilst pointing to a table with two children on. One of them matched the description given to us by Ronan. This must be Vincent Von Galore. He was sitting to another boy, who had brown hair, blue eyes and a long pointy nose. He looked around 14. I presumed this to be Holland.
We sat on the table next to them pretending to read the menu whilst overhearing the boy's conversation.
"This was one of my father's favourite establishments." I heard Vincent say, trying not to look at him.
"Well I don't know what's to like about this place" I heard Holland say. He had a very high voice, and there was something about it which made me think that he felt that he was worth more than a servant.
"That is exactly the point Holland" Vincent continued. "By coming here, people can be influenced by the wines without being noticed anywhere by ordinary people. I heard that 2 policemen came here once, attempting to claim evidence to shut down this place. A lot of good it would have been as well. Only they both drank some wine, and therefore fell under its influence."
I was certain that the two policemen Von Galore mentioned were Lawrence Zidane and Constable Gordon. According to the conversation, it appeared that the Rich Wine club's secret lay within the wines themselves.
"Can I have 5 bottles of the usual please?" A customer asked. I looked around me. It then struck me that apart from Vincent and Holland, everyone else was sitting on their own and had no less than 7 bottles of alcohol. All of them were gorging themselves with wine. One woman opened a purple bottle and poured herself a glass worth. As soon as she drank it, she keeled over clearly dead. I gasped at her, yet everyone else just drank away.
"Excuse me sir do you want a drink?" I turned around and saw a waiter asking Vincent what he wanted.
"No, but can you tell me who distributes the wine now?" Vincent asked.
"You are…" the waiter began.
"Von Galore's son." Holland answered for Vincent.
"Ah in that case that would be Charlotte Jones." The waiter replied and walked off.
Vincent got out a small rectangle card, and written some letters on it.
"Take this to Harrison when you get back to the manor Holland. Tell him that the Golden Dagger is ready to be unleashed." The two of them walked off together.
"The Golden Dagger?" Sherlock questioned to himself right after Vincent and Holland left.
"Holmes!" I cried. "These poor people."
"There must be some sort of powerful addiction drug within these wines." Sherlock deducted. "Then eventually the wine in the purple bottle would kill the drinker. But did you remember how Mrs Eelstone died?"
"She was poisoned by wine." I had said automatically, before realising what it actually meant. I had a look at the menu which read 'all our wines can be bought in bottles here and are totally exclusive'. Could one of those bottles have been the one which killed Mrs Eelstone?
"By the sound of the conversation between Vincent and Holland, it appears as if Vincent Von Galore senior was also in criminal activities as well as the Eelstones." Sherlock deducted
"No matter they were good friends." I muttered. I glanced at the customers, still gorging away at the wines.
"There is nothing we can do for them now Watson. For now I think we should deal with Vincent Von Galore and that woman he was talking about." I thought that was all Sherlock had to say before he muttered "The Golden Dagger."
I had one last look at the corpse on the table. Then I left.