Frank had not called on any of his chums
since the dinner the night before.
The boys found the night watchman, who had just come on duty. Ned knew
him, for the man, James Rafferty, had once been employed as a porter in
the bank of which Ned's father was cashier.
"Good evening, Mr. Rafferty," said Ned. "It's a fine night."
"It is that, me lad. An' what brings ye down here?"
"To see you."
"Sure, thin, an' ye must have some object. Few indade want's to see ould
Rafferty now. He's gittin' too old fer much use."
"We wanted to ask if you saw anything of two strange men around these
buildings last night?"
"Nary a wan did I see, Masther Ned. Sure there was a slatherin' lot of
lads bint on some joke, an' I didn't interfere wid 'em, knowin' they was
up t' no harm. But I saw no men."
"That blocks this end of the game," said Bart in a low tone, as he and
his chums came away.
CHAPTER VI
FRANK GETS A LETTER
Somewhat disappointed at their failure to get any information from
Rafferty, the three boys returned to Ned's house, where they had met that
Sunday evening.
"Better let the thing drop until something turns up," suggested Bart.
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