mushkal asaan

....the night had passed  midnight  , Hillary queen  was enjoying his deep slumber,  the land-line  phone  rang shrilly and he was wide awake his sleep ruined  his sweet dreams shattered,  rubbing his eyes he fumbled on his sidetable  and soon enough found his glasses  , putting them on his nose he received the call  speaking   his hello in a sleepy voice,  he glanced at the digital clock  that was showing  thirteen minutes past two  past midnight 

I want to speak to Mr Hillary  , the   male caller spoke in a  French accent ,  with private  detective  mister Hillary