Рауль

In a dark corner of Oakenfell, a young newspaper boy came stumbling into Raoul's shabby office. Raoul, a private investigator with a less-than-spectacular reputation, was reclining in his chair, dozing. His coat hung from the back of the chair, seemingly stuffed with an assortment of items. "Mr. Raoul!" Tommy shouted between his huffs and puffs. Raoul squinted at the brat who had disturbed his beauty sleep, then sluggishly asked, "What is it?" "Miss Eleanor has gone missing! Her father, Lord Eric, would pay a hefty fee for your help!" Finally lifting his eyelids, the detective rose from his chair. "Alright then, bring me to her home." Raoul was escorted to Eleanor's room. Lord Eric stood in the doorway, an anxious look on his face. "The police came, but they