Mike did not answer.  Jubal was surprised to see how short the Supreme Bishop was.  Lifts in his shoes when he was on stage?  Or the way the lighting was arranged?  Aside from the goatee he wore in evident imitation of the departed Foster, the man reminded him of a used-car salesman - the same ready smile and warm sincere manner.  But he reminded Jubal of some one else, too... somebody- Got it! "Professor" Simon Magus, Becky Vesey's long-dead husband.  Jubal relaxed a little and felt friendlier toward the clergyman.  Simon had been as likable a scoundrel as he had ever known - Digby had turned his charm on Jill, "Don't kneel, daughter; we're just friends in private here." He spoke a few words to her, startling Jill with a surprising knowledge of her background and adding earnestly, "I have deep respect for your calling, daughter.  In the blessed words of Archangel Foster, God commands us first to minister to the body in order that the soul may seek the light untroubled by ills of the flesh.  I know that you are not yet one of us... but your service is blessed by the Lord.  We are fellow travelers on the road to Heaven."