Mr. Malvern was a somewhat chubby man who appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He was a fair amount shorter than Mr. Clayburn and, obviously, had eaten one too many pieces of pie. His straight brown hair was combed over to one side with a small part just above his left ear.
His face was clean-shaven, and his lower lip appeared to be slightly larger than the upper one.
“Think nothing of it.” He smiled and then turned to me. “Ah,” he went on. “You must be the boy wonder, the miracle preacher. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Yes,” I replied sheepishly. “My name is Ronald Dennison.”
“Well, young man,” he scoffed lightly, “let me take this opportunity to teach your first lesson in the media business. When someone greets you and pays you a compliment, or even if they offer you
