But, with his usual absentmindedness, Braddock had forgotten all about that, and sat in his chair rubbing his head quite pink and rattling on cheerfully.
"I went down with Hope to the embankment," he continued, "but neither of us could see any sign of a boat.

There's the rude, short jetty, of course, and if a boat came, a boat could go away without leaving any trace.

Perhaps that is so.

However, we must wait until we see Don Pedro and Hervey again, and then--" Lucy broke in desperately.
"What are you talking about, father?
Why do you bring in Sir Frank's name in that way ?" "What do you expect me to say ?" retorted the little man.

"After all, the manuscript was found in his room, and the emeralds are gone.