Questioningly

Tom looked questioningly at Mary.

Tom stared at me questioningly.

Tom looked at me questioningly.

He questioningly stared at me.

She sat opposite me now, looking at me questioningly.

The clumping of hobnailed boots on the gravel outside proclaimed the approach of Manning. John looked questioningly at Poirot. The latter nodded.

Ricky nodded, but it was clear his mind worked overtime to assess his situation. He looked around in quick nervous glances. “Fine. Do I get my hands untied?” Baker looked questioningly at Bruce, who nodded “yes” to him […]