We climbed back into out carriage that was waiting outside Edward Shaw's establishment. The Happy first class Railway; it sounds like some sort of sickening joke. Unfortunately though the driver did know when where the railway company was however unfortunately for us it was over 6 hours away just to get there.
"Holmes, we've only got 30 hours left, are you sure we should be going to this place."
"I am confident we will be able to find some sort of deductive clue at where we are going Watson." Holmes is always so confident with his findings. I don't even know where to begin. I decided to use the journey time wisely and get some sleep on the way. When I woke up we were already there. The Happy first class Railway appears to be a small cottage in the middle of a field with absolutely no one about from an old skinny man who was sitting on a log. There also wasn't any buildings around in this plain for quite a considerable distance.
I suppose a better description is that the Happy first class Railway would be that it was a small cottage in the middle of a field. Half of the building already seemed demolished, and for what I could see of the other half, the place seemed thoroughly burnt. The old man on the log laughed.
"Bad day for catching a train I would think" He said. He had a very croaky way of speaking.
"Do you know what has happened here?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course I do. Some sort of carriage came here earlier this month. It happened at the dead of night. Either a small adult or older child got out, and set the place on fire. Poor Lawrence Handler was asleep at the time as well. He died in the flames."
"Can you describe this child in more detail?" Sherlock asked.
"Well I believe he was around 14 years of age, and he had brown very rough and messy hair."
"I see" Holmes remarked.
"What do you see?" The old man asked sounding a bit confused.
"The question I asked you earlier seems to make you very suspicious sir." Sherlock announced.
"Oh if you mean the fact I had changed my mind to a child to an adult, then it was because you said it was a child. I merely just incorporated that knowledge from what I had just seen."
"It was not that that made me suspicious of you. I believe you said that the boy was about 14 years old and that he had very brown rough messy hair."
"That's what he looked like I tell you!" the old man yelled angrily.
"That is the exact description I would give to somebody about Harrison O'brackley. I find it quite remarkable how you could describe the boy, considering you had seen him in the dead of night where there doesn't seem to be any street lamps. I find even more remarkable why you would be out on such a night." The old man laughed again.
"Holmes, you are as brilliant as I was told about you." The old man began before Holmes walked over to the driver.
"Going somewhere else sir?" the driver asked.
"Actually I would like you to get off the carriage sir" Sherlock announced.
"What!" the driver gasped.
"I very highly doubt that we are at the Happy first class Railway at all. I don't know any business like this that operates in the middle of a field with nobody about apart from an old man who appears to be sitting on a log who appears to be warning us about trains." The driver got off the carriage and walked over to the old man. "It would almost be that the pair of you could read each other's minds. Unless you both planned this from the start."
"Ha ha ha ha" the driver cackled. "Excellent work Sherlock, Moriarty warned us about you."
"So you're working for Professor James Moriarty." I replied.
"We were paid quite handsomely for what we were told to say and do. Did everything he told us to do we did." The old man continued. "Yet we still got caught."
"Perhaps Moriarty wanted us to be caught" The driver suggested to his partner.
"Well if you don't mind will you leave us now?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't see why not, we already did our side of things" the driver said before they both walked off.
"Holmes" I began. "The person who owned the Happy first class railway was called Handler."
"Considering the fact that both of these individuals were lying to us before I see no reason why I shouldn't believe that name to be a lie also Watson. Although it does show you the power of the Golden Dagger doesn't it. Moriarty must be quite frightened about the Golden Dagger."
"It's a symbol of death itself." I said.
"Quite. What does the phrase 'in the middle of a field' remind you of Watson?" I had to try and remember quite hard in order to work out where he was coming from.
"Wasn't that where Alexander Gortmand was stabbed?" I asked.
"Correct Watson. Gortmand appeared to have been in contact with Dick Brackley not too long ago, before he died." I wondered why Holmes had the need to remind me about what Dick Brackley did. "If I was to guess Watson, this is where Gortmand lived. I believe that somebody who had hired him was blackmailing somebody else. Then the person who was being blackmailed killed Gortmand in revenge."
I had no need for Holmes to tell me that it was Dick Brackley who was the blackmailer. I had a feeling he was up to no good ever since Timothy told us that he was in cahoots with Alexander Gortmand. Although a question did occur to me. If Dick Brackley was blackmailing someone, how come that the blackmailed killed Gortmand but not Brackley, and why Brackley made no attempt to expose whatever he was blackmailing about.