When I returned to Effingham, I scoured the house and couldn't find his phone, so he I whispered a prayer to St. Anthony of the Padua, the Finder of Lost Things.
This morning Rob e-mailed me to say that he found the phone:
Hey man…. Sorry fell asleep last night…. Cath found the phone late last night… it was in her jacket… no idea how….
I know how the phone came to be in her jacket.