Despite LaFlamme's confident assurance that my unconscious client's cryptic message - ‘Jackals dine' - was an anagram, she didn't appear to know of what.
Crosswords were never my forte and after thirty minutes putting pen to paper, all I could come up with was ‘Jackal dines.'
"It's just as well you're pretty," said LaFlamme, making a hollow knocking sound against the top of my head. "Better leave the thinking to me."
I happily relinquished the task as I feared any further brainstrain would surely lead to a hernia of the head.
It gave me time to reflect on the events leading up to this moment, the unusual sequence of mishaps and misadventures that left me in this confused state. But without reviewing previous posts I'm not that sure what they were.