"Well - neither do I, but," and he grinned, "it's telephones. Not fellytones."
He paused, fidgeting a moment, and finally said "Right. We're not going to get anywhere trying to figure out what neither of us knows, not right now. But...I don't know why you can't find out by magic what happened to Harry. Or why the other side can. Or don't you assume that the other side might be responsible?" He cocked one eyebrow as he looked at Charlie again. "I would. But telling me how you know Harry's dead would be a big help, I think. I mean, I saw the house, I'm not blind, but so you had a photo, so what?"