"Yes, you answer it," said Rockwell.
Before the priest could reach the door an impatient rat-a-tat-tat sounded on the panel.
He opened to Alicia and Simpson.
"Good heavens, you're slow!" cried Alicia. "And glum as the grave," she added, glancing about the circle of faces. "Simpson has found George."
There were exclamations.
Rockwell put down the telephone book and went to Alicia.
"Dear!" he said.
And Alicia, turning, put her arms about his neck and kissed him. "You poor fellow!" she cried.
Then Rockwell turned to Simpson.
"Sit down here, Simpson," he said. "Have some coffee? You look fagged."