Rosenblatt swore he'd have it warmed but I'm here to say it wouldn't boil an egg in four minutes." He could not at first identify this voice with the remembered tones of Beulah Baxter.

But of course she was now hoarse with the cold.

Under the circumstances he could hardly expect his heroine's own musical clearness.

Then as the girl spoke again something stirred among his more recent memories.

The voice was still hoarse, but he placed it now.
He approached the brazier.