Okay, I found a description for Amos Marigold:
Amos Marigold was a young, nervous type, his brown suit ill-fitting him, and he plucked at his cuffs again and again as he leaned over his tape recorder, stabbed the buttons, rewound it, and tested the sound before he fixed his eyes on Ennis and bored into him, and began that same litany, “Would you state your name and address for the record?” he started, easily enough, and Ennis took a breath, glanced up at Stew, and the deposition began.