And it was then that he suddenly began to experience the cold finger of doubt.

With the fog gone, he could feel its cold fingers in his mind.

He had seen death slide its cold fingers over her.

She sat down again and took his hand with her own cold fingers.

A cold finger seemed to press lightly against his heart.

I felt, as one always does, the word like a cold finger on my flesh.

She could feel nothing, not even pain in her cold fingers.

She blew on her cold fingers to warm them up.

I looked up, and a cold finger touched my neck.

My cold fingers were not long enough to fish out the keys.