Obviously it was the wrong house.
Very clearly and distinctly Tootles spoke.

"Mr.Gray does live here.
I'm Mrs.Gray.Will you leave a message ?" Harry wheeled round.

He felt that the bullet which had gone through his back had lodged in Joan's heart.

He opened his mouth to speak but no word came.

And Tootles spoke again, even more clearly and distinctly.
She intended that her voice should travel.
"My husband won't be back for several days," she said, "but I shall be very glad to tell him that you called if you will leave your name." "It--it doesn't matter," said Harry, stammering.