The Butchers were an ugly couple. Although Henry Butcher was a senior civil servant with a chartered accountant wife, to Madeleine the stench of abattoirs surrounded them. Janice Butcher's enormous mouth was forever open. The more she talked the wider the cavern gaped, displaying strong canines that chewed every syllable as if it were rancid gristle. Even when she was silent her teeth protruded beyond her scarlet lips and her tongue darted between her cheeks as though foraging for further fleshy morsels. Both Butchers had thick podgy fingers reminiscent of flabby, flattened pork sausages.