297 Verbal acceptance

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Alfie carried a burning lantern in his left hand, which was hung in the air at the level of his head. He walked through the underground of the Moriarty mansion, where the walls were made of dark uneven stones. Not far behind him walked Vincent, his footsteps quieter than the paws of a feline.

The butler took out the key to the cellar in his right hand. Inserting the key in the gate slot, he turned it around and opened the grill-like gate of the cellar. 

"Light the place," Vincent ordered, and he went inside along with the butler, who bowed. 

The front part of the cellar was built with racks of different coloured bottles that held liquor, like treasure being stored for many years. When the butler lit the room by burning the torches placed against the wall, the place soon brightened and gave a golden hue-like glow.