I couldn't get a wink of sleep that night. Just seeing what happened to those poor customers, who came there only for a drink; yet some of them don't even leave. When I woke up, I went to the living room to have breakfast with Sherlock. I haven't forgotten about my wife of course, but before I saw Holmes 2 days ago, I did promise her that I would return to her as soon as the case had been solved.
"Had a good sleep Watson?" Sherlock asked politely.
"No." I replied simply.
"Try not to think about it Watson; I'll make perfectly sure that Lestrade will know about this, and hopefully not end up like Zidane and Gordon." Sherlock was trying to reassure me, I could tell. "Right now Watson we need to warn Charlotte Jones about Vincent Von Galore. He had arranged 2 murders all ready, and I have a feeling he'll be trying to get a third one today. We batter be quick though Watson because I have promised the Bakerstreet Irregulars their money today." And with that we finished our breakfasts and left.
Finding a woman we have never met in London is never easy in the best circumstances, and considering we don't even know what this woman looks like, things became problematic almost immediately. But then… all of a sudden.
"Fire, Fire, Help!" I heard a young woman scream from a building nearby. I turned around and gasped. The entire building the woman was screaming out of was on fire. On the rooftop of the building next to it; stood a boy. The boy looked like Dick Brackley, but I know it is Harrison. He was carrying two daggers in his hands. Both of which were gold.
"Ya see this?" Harrison bellowed. "That is what happens to those who misbehave yourselves. Be good people; and you can live happily. However for those who don't follow my warning; you will face the force of the Golden Dagger." Harrison clashed the 2 daggers together as most of the people screamed. I noticed we were in a rather expensive part of London and the people here; at the very least must have been middle class. Yet Harrison jumped off the rooftop onto a smaller building, and then onto the ground.
Immediately Holmes gave chase. I followed him. We were grown men, yet Harrison was still youthful and we had trouble keeping up with me.
"Get off my back." He yelled as he stormed into an alley way. We were generally wider than Harrison in body shape, and seemed to have the upper hand in these narrow passages. We eventually made it out of the alley… only to be sighted by a horse and carriage carrying Harrison escaping the streets.
"You know Watson?" Sherlock panted. "I think even I underestimated our opponent here slightly, come, the Bakerstreet Irregulars will be here soon. We'll have to deal with Harrison later."
We went a rather long walk back to 221B Bakerstreet. Our foot chase with Harrison was longer than I may have described it, lasting well over 30 minutes. But when we did get there, we were greeted by the Bakerstreet Irregulars. I would say there were about 10 of them waiting to be paid.
"C'mon Sherlock" Wiggins pestered. "Hand over our payments, and we'll go." I chuckled as Wiggins said this as Mrs Hudson was glaring at the Bakerstreet Irregulars as if they were criminals.
"Oi they're here!" came a voice we've never heard of before. However no sooner after he spoke the words, over a dozen policemen came over to us and backed us all at the wall. One of them I immediately recognised as Constable Gordon. I then had a horrible feeling that inspector Zidane was in charge. My fears were confirmed just a few seconds later Lawrence Zidane came over to us.
"Well, well, Sherlock Holmes." He remarked. "Take the adults out of this pack, NOW!" Following Zidane's orders, two men grabbed me and flung me to the ground next to Zidane. Sherlock landed on Zidane, and Zidane was not too happy about that. "Get him off me you idiots" He yelled angrily. When we all got up Holmes began interrogating Zidane.
"What are you doing here Zidane?" Sherlock asked with contempt in his voice.
"We're here investigating a fire in midtown. Apparently a child set the building alight and then fled the scene being chased by two obviously mad individuals." I clenched a fist. Whether Zidane knew that it was us who chased Harrison didn't matter. I certainly wasn't mad. "The child eventually escaped, and I was asked to find him. First of all I had to think where a child could gain resources to set a building on fire."
"And how did that assumption send you here?" I asked angrily.
"Well eventually after asking local boys I eventually got what I was looking for. One Timothy Handler told me that his friend had joined an organization which is under the employment of a private detective."
"Timothy Handler" Sherlock muttered to himself. I must admit that the name sounds familiar, even to me.
"I even got a name off Timothy about one of the Bakerstreet Irregulars employer's… Dr John Watson."
"Are you insinuating that we paid the Irregulars to set that building on fire!?" I asked even more angrily than before.
"Nah I think the kid just acted on his own, fortunately for you." Zidane walked past us, and went over to the surrounded and terrified Bakerstreet Irregulars. "There you are" Zidane said before he grabbed one boy, flung him onto the floor, and started to beat him several times, before the boy who I recognised as Dick Brackley lay unconscious on the ground with a bleeding head. "Perfect; c'mon, let's take him back to the station.
"Yes boss" I heard Gordon say, before carrying Dick like a sack of potatoes.
I personally hated Zidane for this action, but at the same time felt sorry for him and Gordon. They merely fell victims to the wine at the Rich Wine club. I must admit that Zidane and Gordon must have very capable minds, to be able to not gorge themselves like the men we had seen yesterday. Mrs Hudson then rushed outside.
"What happened?" She asked anxiously.
"Mrs Hudson, I want you to look after these children for me, come on Watson. I think we better meet this Timothy Handler for ourselves." And with that I left Mrs Hudson to join Sherlock Holmes. We both had the same goal in mind. To take down Zidane no matter what!