We immediately hired a carriage of our own to take use to Hallovoy the next day. I decided to reflect upon what has happened so far. We originally started with a scared child called Ronan wanting us to find evidence to lock away another child, Vincent. We then meet two police officers who fell victim to a rather deadly wine. Soon afterwards Vincent launched an attack on a Charlotte Jones, calling his band of attackers the Golden Dagger. I wondered if this Golden Dagger was a twisted version of our own Baker Street Irregulars. I also wondered about Dick Brackley. Although he has been wrongly arrested, I can't deny the possibility in having some connection with criminals. I remember what Timothy Handler said very well.

"He went bad. Very bad."

"You have arrived" Our driver announced. We got out of the carriage and looked around. It was very beautiful looking place. A country town with only a few buildings in sight. The air felt clean and fresh compared to that of London. We decided to walk into the town, and immediately saw the London police speaking to what must be the local police.

"I'm telling you Preston you must evacuate the town. We were warned by… someone that he was trying to destroy the town." I noted that the speaker was Lestrade. I also noted Lestrade was trying to avoid mentioning that the warning was from a child.

"And I'm telling you Lestrade that the town is perfectly safe." A voice came out in which I presumed the speaker to be Preston. "No crime has been committed here since I was chief here. And there's a reason."

"Because the entire population here is about 200." I groaned as I heard Lawrence Zidane's voice.

"Well I suppose so… but look up there" Preston demanded. He looked about 50, had grey hair and was very large and imposing. However when I looked up I saw various cliffs surrounding the town. On all the cliffs there were huge boulders on the vey tips of the cliffs. "Those boulders have not moved in over 30 years. We will be quite safe" Preston continued.

"At least let us do a 36 hour guard on those boulders Preston" Zidane demanded.

"Fine. Waste of time, but fine." With that he walked off along with Zidane. I then noticed the clock on the church. According to that clock we had only 36 hours before Vincent would claim that he would destroy the town.

"Well, Well, Sherlock Holmes" Lestrade said coming towards us. "Did he warn you to?"

"Yes actually. He waited in my own home and told us directly."

"Different to us then. He just posted a letter through the door, telling us about this in words. While we're on the subject Holmes, Zidane is planning on charging Dick with the stabbing of Ronan as well."

"What!" I shouted.

"Yes, claiming that Ronan was telling the truth but just got confused on which boy it was." I moaned when I heard this. We must prove Dick's innocence quickly.

"Who was that man you were talking with just now Lestrade?" I asked.

"Oh that was just Preston Shaw. He was the chief of police here. Quite lazy as there are never any crimes here. He has a sister who works in a school. Apparently Vincent Von Galore went there."

"I see, thank you Lestrade." Sherlock said and we went off.

The school was the largest building there; it had a flat roof and two levels. We were greeted by an elderly woman with grey hair and a kind face.

"Welcome dears." She said. "What can I do for you?" She had a very motherly way of speaking.

"We want to find a Ms Shaw." Sherlock replied.

"Well that's me. Mrs Elizabeth Shaw. How can I help you?"

"We want information about a student of yours. Vincent Von Galore."

The kind face Elizabeth had disappeared. "Well he had his ups and downs here. He once started brilliantly here. But one day something happened and he became very upset."

"What happened?" Sherlock asked.

"Somebody in class found out how Vincent Von Galore senior could afford the school payments. He was a crook you see."

"He ran the Rich Wine club didn't he?" I remarked.

"Well you have done your research haven't you. But no; Von Galore senior did not run the Rich Wine club. He ran a place which produced the wines that goes to the Rich Wine club, and various other establishments that the Jarkins run."

"The Jarkins?" Sherlock questioned.

"They ran the Rich Wine club. If you want any more information, just speak to my husband Edward Shaw. He's a court judge in London, and must have heard about them somewhere."

"Was the child who found out Von Galore senior's occupation called Ronan Benedict?" I asked.

"Actually no" she said. "Ronan was Vincent's only friend."

"What!" I gasped.

"Ronan Benedict was Vincent's only friend after the information was revealed. Instead of despising him, Ronan comforted him, befriended him talked to him more."

"Thank you Mrs Shaw." Sherlock said. We walked back to the carriage, with evident interest to speak to Elizabeth's husband. I thought about what Elizabeth told us. Apparently Vincent was greatly upset after everyone else despised him. Yet Vincent still wanted Ronan dead. We also know that Von Galore senior merely sold the wines and it was somebody else who ran the clubs. When we got into the carriage I heard Sherlock say "Let's see what Edward Shaw has got to hide." I stared at him. How can he deduce that Edward Shaw is hiding something without even seeing him?