Capitolo 65
of England and Wales, I started a search without hope, county from county,
from descending Northumberland, for some city or village that would be all right
these mysterious letters. It was a wild and foolish idea. In the
before doesn't put a quarter of the villages it was marked in the map;
and in the second place, my brain was confused soon, and senseless with
trying to be all right in the names with the letters on the flag. Two hours
you/he/she was passed away, and I got only far as down as Lancashire and
Durham. And, even, this way I would not more probably come never on him.
A bright idea suffered suddenly broke then, on my brain. The index!
The index! Presumably, as anybody fold seemed to darken the first words,
the name started with what seemed a B. That was always anything.
A man would have thought of what immediately, clearly: but then, me
has the adversity to only be a woman.
I turned me to the index in alacrity, and it looked down at him with hasty
eyes. Almost sooner that I would have been able to hope, the riddle to be read
it. "Ber -, Berb -, Berc -, Berd -", I read out: "Berkshire: Berham:
Berhampore: that won't do: Berlin: Berling: Bernina: Berry--what is
that? Oh, the great skies!"--my reeled of the brain--her "Berry Pomeroy!"
As day was clear. How would I have been able him to fail before? There it
seemed to be of almost legible relief on the yard. I now read him/it
with ease: "Berry Sporting Pomeroy Bastone."
Me once more I reported me to the map, while following the lines with my fingers,
you cultivate me I found the a lot of place where the name was printed. A village in
Devonshire, not away from Torquay. Yes! That is it; Berry Pomeroy. The
assassin was there in the day of that sporting reunion!
My heart entered above my mouth with mixed horror and triumph. ME
felt as a bloodhound that gets on the footstep of his/her man. I am able
locate down now it, without doubt--my father's assassin!
I didn't have resentment against him, any desire for revenge. But I had
a that it burns desires to free himself/herself/themselves from this mystery of environing.