Doris _was_ feeling a trifle uncertain, seeing that she was about to encounter a complete stranger.
Moreover, she had come a good half mile from the shop whence the cakes for tea were to be procured at the back door, and as a favor.

Her eyes were fixed on the slowing car with a timid anxiety that betrayed no small degree of doubt as to the outcome of this Sunday afternoon escapade.

She was pale and nervous.

At that moment Doris wished herself safe at home again.
"One word," broke in the superintendent hurriedly.

"Why are you so sure that Grant is innocent, Mr.Winter ?" "I'm sure of nothing with regard to this case.