“He says, and gives it out publicly, “I want to see the man who’ll rob me.” Lord bless you, I have heard him, a hundred times, if I have heard him once, say to regular cracksmen in our front office, “You know where I live; now, no bolt is ever drawn there; why don’t you do a stroke of business with me? Come; can’t I tempt you?” Not a man of them, sir, would be bold enough to try it on, for love or money.”

And thus have you the story of Thomas ap Griffith, commonly called the Courteous Enemy; his body, being bravely accompanied, was conveyed to the Abbey of Bardsey, in the county of Caernarvon, and there solemnly interred, the beholders all, with a universal conclamation, giving an assured testimony of their heart's overflowing sorrow.

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