"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. "We can't do anything, as I see."