He was not wearing a shirt, but he was wearing a skirt: a red plaid number. Nell hardly noticed this incongruity 
because the corgis heard Rita turning the latch on the glass doors and rushed 
toward them yapping, and this drew out the Constable himself, who approached 
them squinting through the dark glass, and once he was out from behind the 
rhodies, Nell could see that there was something amiss with the flesh of his 
body. Overall he was well proportioned, muscular, rather
thick around the middle, and evidently in decent health. But his skin came in 
two colors, which gave him something of a marbled look. It was as though worms 
had eaten through his torso, carving out a network of internal passageways that 
had later been backfilled with something that didn't quite match.