Tour of the world in eighty days

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Tour of the world in eighty days
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Tour du monde en quatre vingts jours
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194 p. : ; 19 cm.
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Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
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Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aristocracy (Social class) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Loyalty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bank robberies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wagers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Butlers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Love -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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by Jules Verne.

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TOUR OF THE WORLD



IN EIGHTY DAYS.





BY

JULES VERNE,
AUTHOR OF TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SBAH"
THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND," ETC.


NEW YOBx:
THE F. M. LUPTON PUBLISHING COMPANY,
Nos. 72-76 WALKER STREET.

















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CHAPTER 1.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT
EACH OTHER-THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS
SERVANT.
IN the year 1872, the house No. 7 Saville Row, Burling-
ton Gardens-the house in which Sheridan died, in 1814-
was inhabited by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the most singu-
lar and most noticed members of the Reform Club of
London, although he seemed to take care to do nothing
which might attract attention.
This Phileas Fogg, then, an enigmatic personage, of whom
nothing was known but that he was a very polite man, and
one of the most perfect gentlemen of good English society,
succeeded one of the greatest orators that honor England.
An Englishman Phileas Fogg was surely, but perhaps
not a Londoner. He was never seen on 'Change, at the
Bank, or in any of the counting-rooms of the City. The
docks of London had never received a vessel fitted out by
Phileas Fogg. This gentleman did not figure in any public
body. His name had never sounded in any Inns of Court,
nor in the Temple, nor Lincoln's Inn, nor Gray's Inn. He
never pleaded in the Court of Chancery, nor the Queen's
Bench, nor the Exchequer, nor the Ecclesiastical Courts.
He was neither a manufacturer, nor a trader, nor a mer-
chant, nor a gentleman farmer. He was not a member of
the Royal Institution of Great Britain, or the London In-
stitution, or the Artisans' Association, or the Russell Insti-
tution, or the Literary Institution of the West, or the Law
Institute, or that Institute of the Arts and Sciences
placed under the direct patronage of her -gracious
majesty. In fact, he belonged to none of the numerous
societies that swarm in the capital of England, from the







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ing for his successor, who was to make his appearance be-
tween eleven and half past eleven.
Phileas Fogg, squarely seated in his arm chair, his feet
close together like those of a soldier on parade, his hands
resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect, was
watching the hand of the clock move-a complicated me-
chanism which indicated the hours, the minutes, the sec-
onds, the days, the days of the month, and the year. At
the stroke of half past eleven Mr. Fogg would, according
to his daily habit, leave his house and repair to the Reform
Club.
At this moment, there was a knock at the door of the
small parlor in which was Phileas Fogg.
James Forster, the dismissed servant, appeared.
The new servant," said he.
A young man, aged thirty years, came forward and
bowed.
You are a Frenchman, and your name is John?"
Phileas Fogg asked him.
"Jean, if it does not displease monsieur," replied the
new-comer. "Jean Passepartout, a surname which has
clung to me and which my natural aptitude for withdraw-
ing from a business has justified. I believe, sir, that 1 am
an honest fellow; but to be frank, I have had several
trades. I have been a traveling singer; a circus rider,
vaulting like Leotard, and dancing on the rope like Blon-
din; then I became professor of gymnastics, in order to ren-
der my talents more useful; and in the last place, 1 was a
sergeant fireman at Paris. I have among my papers notes
of remarkable fires. But five years have passed since I left
France, and wishing to have a taste of family life, I have
been a valet in England. Now, finding myself out of a
situation, and having learned that Monsieur Phileas Fogg
was the most exact and the most settled gentleman in the
United Kingdom, I have presented myself to monsieur
with the hope of living tranquilly with him, and of forget-
ting even the name of Passepartout."
Passepartout suits me," replied the gentleman. You
are recommended to me. I have good reports concerning
you. You know my conditions?"
Yes, sir."
"Well, what time have you?"
"Twenty-two minutes after eleven," replied Passe-







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partout, drawing from the depths of his pocket an enor-
mous silver watch.
You are slow," said Mr. Fogg.
Pardon me, monsieur, but it is impossible."
You are four minutes too slow. It does not matter.
It suffices to state the difference. Then, from this mo-
ment-twenty-nine minutes after eleven o'clock, A. M., this
Wednesday, October 2, 1872, you are in my service."
That said, Phileas Fogg rose, took his hat in his left
hand, placed it upon his head with an automatic move-
ment, and disappeared without another word.
Passepartout heard the street door close once; it was his
new master going out; then a second time; it was his pre-
decessor, James Forster, departing in his turn. Passepar-
tout remained alone in the house in Saville Row.


CHAPTER II.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE HAS
FOUND HIS IDEAL.
UPON my word," said Passepartout to himself, first,
"I have known at Madame Tussaud's good people as
lively as my new. master!"
It is proper to say here that Mme. Tussaud's good
people" are wax figures, much visited in London, and
who, indeed, are only wanting in speech.
During the few minutes that he had interviewed Phileas
Fogg, Passepartout had examined his future master, rap-
idly but carefully. He was a man that might be forty years
old, of fine handsome face, of tall figure, which a slight
corpulence did not disparage, his hair and whiskers light,
his forehead compact, without appearance of wrinkles at
the temples, his face rather pale than flushed, his teeth
magnificent. He appeared to possess in the highest degree
what physiognomists call repose in action," a quality
common to those who do no more work than talking.
Calm, phlegmatic, with a clear eye and immovable eyelid,
he was the finished type of those cool-blooded Englishmen
so frequently met in the United Kingdom, and whose some-
what academic posture Angelica Kauffman had marvelously
reproduced under her pencil. Seen in the various acts of
his existence, this gentleman gave the idea of a well-bal-







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aiced being in all his parts, evenly hung, as perfect as a
Leroy or Earnshaw chronometer. Indeed Phileas Fogg was
exactness personified, which was seen clearly from the
expression of his feet and his hands," for with man, as well
as with animals, the limbs themselves are organs expressive
of the passions.
Phileas Fogg was one of those mathematically exact peo-
ple, who, never hurried and always ready, are economical of
their steps and their motions. He never made one stride too
many, always going by the shortest route. He did not give
an idle look. He did not allow himself a superfluous gesture.
He had never been seen moved or troubled. He was a man
of the least possible haste, but he always arrived on time.
However, it will be understood that he lived alone, and, so
to speak, outside of every social relation. He knew that in
life one must take his share of friction, and as frictions re-
tard, he never rubbed against any one.
As for Jean, called Passepartout, a true Parisian of Paris,
he had sought vainly for a master to whom he could attach
himself, in the five years that he lived in England and
served as a valet in London. Passepartout was not one of
those Frontins or Mascarilles, who, with high shoulders,
nose high in air, a look of assurance, and staring eye, are
only impudent dunces. No. Passepartout was a good fel-
low, of amiable physiognomy, his lips a little prominent,
always ready to taste or to caress, a mild and serviceable be-
ing, with one of those good round heads that we like to see
on the shoulders of a friend. His eyes were blue, his com-
plexion rosy, his face fat enough for him to see his cheek
bones, his chest broad, his form full, his muscles vigorous,
and he possessed a herculean strength which his youthful
exercise had splendidly developed. His brown hair was
somewhat tumbled. If the ancient sculptors knew eighteen
ways of arranging Minerva's hair, Passepartout knew of
but one for fixing his own-three strokes of a'large tooth
comb, and it was dressed.
The most meager stock of prudence would not permit of
saying that the expansive character of this young man
would agree with that of Phileas Fogg. Would Passepar-
tout be in all respects exactly the servant that this master
needed? T. at would only be seen by using him. After
having had, as we have seen, quite a wandering youth, he
longed for repose. Having heard the exactness and pro-







TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.


verbial coolness of the English gentlemen praised, he came
to seek his fortune in England. But until the present, fate
had treated him badly. He had not been able to take root
any where. He had served in ten different houses. In every
one the people were capricious and irregular, running after
adventures or about the country-which no longer suited
Passepartout. His last master, young Lord Longsferry,
member of parliament, after having passed his nights in
the Haymarket oyster-rooms, returned home too frequently
on the shoulders of policemen. Passepartout wishing,
above all things, to be able to respect his master, turned
some mild remarks, which were badly received, and he quit.
In the mean time, he learned that Phileas Fogg, Esq., was
hunting a servant. He made some inquiry about this
gentleman. A person whose existence was so regular,
who never slept in a strange bed, who did not travel,
who was never absent, not even for a day, could not but
suit him. He presented himself, and was accepted under
the circumstances that we already know.
At half past eleven Passepartout found himself alone in
the Saville Row mansion. IHe immediately commenced its
inspection, going over it from cellar to garret. This clean,
well-ordered, austere, Puritan house, well organized for
servants, pleased him. It produced theeffect upon him of
a fine snail-shell, but one lighted and heated by gas, for
carburetted hydrogen answered both purposes here. Passe-
partout found without difficulty, in the second story, the
room designed for him. It suited him. Electric bells and
speaking tubes put it in communication with the lower
stories. On the mantel an electric clock corresponded
with the one in Phileas Fogg's bed-chamber, both beating
the same second at the same instant. That suits me, that
suits me!" said Passepartout.
He observed also in his room a notice fastened above the
clock. It was the programme for the daily service. It
comprised-from eight o'clock in the morning, the regular
hour at which Phileas Fogg rose, until half past eleven,
the hour at which he left the house to breakfast at the Re-
form Club-all the details of the service, the tea and toast
at twenty-three minutes after eight, the shaving water at
thirty-seven minutes after nine, the toilet at twenty min-
utes before ten, etc. Then from half past eleven in the
morning until midnight, the hour at which the methodical







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gentleman retired-everything was noted down, foreseen
and regulated. Passepartout took a pleasure in contem-
plating this programme, and impressing upon his mind its
various directions.
. As to the gentleman's wardrobe, it was in very good-taste,
and wonderfully complete. Each pair of pantaloons, coat
or vest bore a regular number, which was also entered
upon a register, indicating the date at which, according to
the season, these garments were to be worn in their turn.
The same rule applied to his shoes.
In short, in this house in Saville Ro.w-which, in the time
of the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, must have been
the temple of disorder-its comfortable furniture indicated
a delightful ease. There was no study, there were no
books, which would have been of no use to Mr. Fogg, since
the Reform Club placed at his disposal two libraries, the
one devoted to literature, the other to law and politics. In
his bed-chamber there was a medium-sized safe, whose con-
struction protected it from fire as well as from burglars.
There were no weapons in the house, neither for the chase
nor for war. Everything there denoted the most peaceful
habits.
After having minutely examined the dwelling, Passepar-
tout rubbed his hands, his broad face brightened, and he re-
peated cheerfully: This suits me! This is the place for
me! Mr. Fogg and I will understand each other perfectly.
A homebody, and so methodical! A genuine automaton!
Well, 1 am not sorry to serve an automaton!".


CHAPTER III.
IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH MAY
COST PHILEAS FOGG DEARLY.
PHILEAS FOGG had left his house in Saville Row at half
past eleven, and after putting his right foot before his left
foot five hundred and seventy-five times, and his left foot
before his right foot five hundred and seventy-six times, he
arrived at the Reform Club, a spacious and lofty building in
Pall Mall, which cost not less than three millions to build.
Phileas Fogg repaired immediately to the dining-room,
whose nine windows opened upon a fine garden with trees
already gilded by autumn. There, he took his seat at his







TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.


regular table where the plate was awaiting him. His break-
fast consisted of a side dish, a boiled fish with Reading sauce
of first quality, a scarlet slice of roast beef garnished with
mushrooms, a rhubarb and gooseberry tart, and a bit of
Chester cheese, the whole washed down with a few cups of
that excellent tea specially gathered for the stores of the
Reform Club.
At forty-seven minutes.past noon, this gentleman rose and
turned his steps toward the large hall, a sumptuous apart-
ment adorned with paintings in elegant frames. There, a
servant handed him the Times uncut, the tiresome cut-
ting of which he managed with a steadiness of hand which
denoted great practice in this difficult operation. The read-
ing of this journal occupied Phileas Fogg until a quarter
before four, and that of the Standard," which succeeded
it, lasted until dinner. This repast passed off in the same
way as the breakfast, with the addition of Royal British
sauce."
At twenty minutes before six, the gentleman reappeared
in the large hall, and was absorbed in the reading of the
" Morning Chronicle."
Half an hour later, various members of the Reform Club
entered and came near the fire-place, in which a coal fire
was burning. They were the usual partners of Phileas
Fogg; like himself, passionate players of whist-the en-
gineer, Andrew Stuart; the bankers, John Sullivan and
Samuel Fallentin; the brewer, Thomas Flanagan; Gauthier
Ralph, one of the directors of the Bank of England-rich
and respected personages, even in this club, counting among
its members the lite of trade and finance.
Well, Ralph," asked Thomas Flanagan, how about
that robbery?"
Why," replied Andrew Stuart, the bank will lose the
money."
I hope, on the contrary," said Gauthier Ralph, that
we will put our hands on the robber. Detectives, very
skillful fellows, have been sent to America and the Con-
tinent, to all the principal poor's of embarkation and de-
barkation, and it will be difficult for this fellow to escape."
But have you the description of the robber?" asked
Andrew Stuart.
In the first place, he is not a robber," replied Gauthier
Ralph, seriously.







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How! He is not a robber, this fellow who has abstract-
ed fifty-five thousand pounds in bank-notes?"
No," replied Gauthier Ralph.
Is he, then, a manufacturer?" said John Sullivan.
The 'Morning Chronicle assures us that he is a gen-
tleman."
The party that made this reply was no other than Phileas
Fogg, whose head then emerged from the mass of papers
heaped around him. At the same time he greeted his col-
leagues, who returned his salutation. The matter under
discussion, and which the various journals of the United
Kingdom were discussing ardently, had occurred three days
before, on the 29th of September. A package of bank-
notes, making the enormous sum of fifty-five thousand
pounds, had been taken from the counter of the principal
cashier of the Bank of England. The under-governor,
Gauthier Ralph, only replied to any one who was astonished
that such a robbery could have been so easily accomplished,
that at that very moment the cashier was occupied with
registering a receipt of three shillings sixpence, and that
he could not have his eyes everywhere.
But it is proper to be remarked here-which makes the
robbery less mysterious-that this admirable establishment,
the Bank of England, seems to care very much for the
dignity of the public. There are neither guards nor
gratings; gold, silver, and bank-notes being freely exposed,
and, so to speak, at the mercy of the first comer. They
would not suspect the honor of any one passing by. One
of the best observers of English customs relates the follow-
ing: He had the curiosity to examine closely, in one of the
rooms of the bank where he was one day, an ingot of gold
weighing seven to eight pounds, which was lying exposed on
the cashier's table. He picked up this ingot, examined it,
passed it to his neighbor, and he to another, so that the
ingot, passing from hand to hand, went as far as the end
of a dark entry, and did not return to its place for half an
hour, and the cashier had not once raised his head.
But on the twenty-ninth of September, matters did not
turn out quite in this way. The package of bank-notes
did not return, and when the magnificent clock, hung
above the drawing office," announced at five o'clock the
closing of the office, the Bank of England had only to pass
fifty-five thousand pounds to the account of profit and loss.







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The robbery being duly known, agents, detectives, selected
from the most skillful, were sent to the principal ports-
Liverpool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York,
etc., with the promise, in case of success, of a reward of
two thousand pounds and five per cent. of the amount re-
covered. While waiting for the information which the in-
vestigation, commenced immediately, ought to furnish, the
detectives were charged with watching carefully all arriv-
ing and departing travelers.
As the Morning Chronicle said, there was good rea-
son for supposing that the robber was not a member of any
of the robber bands of England. During this day, the
twenty-ninth of September, a well-dressed gentleman, of
good manners, of a distinguished air, had been noticed go-
ing in and out of the paying-room, the scene of the rob-
bery. The investigation allowed a pretty accurate descrip-
tion of the gentleman to be made out, which was at once
sent to all the detectives of the United Kingdom and of
the Continent. Some hopeful minds, and Gauthier Ralph
was one of the number, believed that they had good reason
to expect that the robber would not escape.
As may be supposed, this affair was the talk of all Lon-
don and throughout England.
It was discussed, and sides were taken vehemently for or
against the probabilities of success of the city police. It
will not be surprising, then, to hear the members of the
Reform Club treating the same subject, all the more that
one of the under-governors of the bank was among them.
Honorable Gauthier Ralph was not willing to doubt the
result of the search, considering that the reward offered
ought to sharpen peculiarly the zeal and intelligence of the
agents. But his colleague, Andrew Stuart, was far from
sharing this confidence. The discussion continued then
between the gentlemen, who were seated at a whist-table,
Stuart having Flanagan as a partner, and Fallentin Phileas
Fogg. During the playing the parties did not speak, but
between the rubbers the interrupted conversation was fully
revived.
I maintain," said Andrew Stuart, that the chances
are in favor of the robber, who must be a skillful fellow!"
Well," replied Ralph, there is not a single country
where he can take refuge."
Pshawl"







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Where do you suppose he might go?"
don't know about that," replied Andrew Stuart,
but, after all, the world is big enough."
It was formerly," said Phileas Fogg in a low tone.
Then he added-" It is your turn to cut, sir," presenting
the cards to Thomas Flanagan.
The discussion was suspended during the rubber. But
Andrew Stuart soon resumed it, saying:
How formerly? Has the world grown smaller per-
chance?"
Without doubt," replied Gauthier Ralph. I am of
the opinion of Mr. Fogg. The world has grown smaller,
since we can go round it now ten times quicker than one
hundred years ago. And, in the case with which we are
now occupied, this is what will render the search more
rapid."
"And will render more easy, also, the flight of the rob-
ber."
It is your turn to play, Mr. Stuart," said Phileas
Fogg.
But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and when
the hand was finished he replied:
It must be confessed, Mr. Ralph, that you have found
a funny way of saying that the world has grown smaller!
Because the tour of it is now made in three months-"
In eighty days only," said Phileas Fogg.
Yes, gentlemen," added John Sullivan, eighty days,
since the section between Rothal and Allahabad, on the
Great Indian Peninsular Railway, has been opened. Here
is the calculation made by the Morning Chronicle:'
" 'From London to Suez, via Mont Cenis and Brindisi, by
rail and steamers .............................. 7 days.
From Suez to Bombay, steamer.......................13 days.
From Bombay to Calcutta, rail ......................... 3 days.
From Calcutta to Hong Kong (China) steamer............13 days.
From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan) steamer.......... 6 days.
From Yokohama to San Francisco, steamer ..............22 days.
From San Francisco to New York, rail ................... 7 days.
From New York to London, steamer and rail............ 9 days.
80.days.' "
"Yes, eighty days!" exclaimed Andrew Stuart, who,
by inattention, made a wrong deal, but not including bad







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weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, running off the
track, etc."
Everything included," replied Phileas Fogg, continu-
ing to play, for this time the discussion no longer respected
the game.
"Even if the Hindoos or the Indians tear up the rails!"
exclaimed Andrew Stuart, if they stop the trains, plun-
der the cars, and scalp the passengers!"
All included," replied Phileas Fogg, who, throwing
down his cards, added: "Two trumps."
Andrew Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered up
the cards, saying:
"Theoretically, you are right, Mr. Fogg, but practic-
ally-"
Practically also, Mr. Stuart."
"I would like very much to see you do it."
It depends only upon you. Let us start together."
"Heaven preserve me!" exclaimed Stuart, "but I
would willingly wager four thousand pounds, that such a
journey, made under these conditions, is impossible."
On the contrary, quite possible," replied Mr. Fogg.
"Well, make it, then!"
The tour of the world in eighty days?"
Yes!"
I am willing."
When?"
At once. Only I warn you that 1 shall do it at your
expense."
It is folly!" cried Stuart, who was beginning to be
vexed at the persistence of his partner. Stop! let us
play rather."
"Deal again, then," replied Phileas Fogg, "for there
is a false deal."
Andrew Stuart took up the cards again with a feverish
hand; then suddenly, placing them upon the table, he said:
Well, Mr. Fogg, yes, and I bet four thousand pounds!"
My dear Stuart," said Fallentin, compose yourself.
It is not serious."
When 1 say-' I bet,'" replied Andrew Stuart, it is
always serious."
"So be it," said Mr. Fogg; and then, turning to his
companions, continued: I have twenty thousand pounds
deposited at Baring Brothers. I will willingly risk them-"







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"Twenty thousand pounds!" cried ;lohn Sallivar.
"Twenty thousand pounds, which an uuforeseen delay
may make you lose?"
The unforeseen doe& not sxist,' replied Phileas Fogg,
quietly.
But, Mr. Fogg, this period of eighty days is calculated
only as a minimum of time?"
A minimum well employed suffices for everything."
"But in order not to exceed it you must jump mathe-
matically from the trains into the steamers, and from the
steamers upon the trains!"
1 will jump mathematically."
"That is a joke."
"A good Englishman never jokes when so serious &
matter as a wager is in question," replied Phileas Fogg.
I bet twenty thousand pounds against who will that I
will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less-
that is, nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or one hun-
dred and fifteen thousand two hundred minutes. Do you
accept?"
We accept," replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sulli-
van, Flanagan and Ralph, after having consulted.
Very well," said Mr. Fogg. The Dover train starts
at eight forty-five. I shall take it."
This very evening?" asked Stuart.
This very evening," replied Phileas Fogg. Then he
added, consulting a pocket almanac: Since to-day is
Wednesday, the second of October, 1 ought to be back in
London, in this very saloon of the Reform Club, on Satur-
day, the twenty-first of December, at eight forty-five in the
evening, in default of which the twenty thousand pounds
at present deposited to my credit with Baring Brothers will
belong to you gentlemen, in fact and by right. Here is a
check of. like amount."
A mFmorandum of the wager was made and signed on
the spot by the six parties interested. Phileas Fogg had
remained cool. He had certainly not bet to win, and had
risked only these twenty thousand pounds-the half of his
fortune-because he foresaw that he might have to expend
the other half to carry out this difficult, not to say im-
practicable, project. As for his opponents, they seemed
affected, not on account of the stake, but because they had
a sort of scruple against a contest under these conditions.







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Seven o'clock then struck. They offered to Mr. Fogg
to stop playing, so that he could make his preparations for
departure.
1 am always ready," replied this tranquil gentleman,
and dealing the cards, he said: "Diamonds are trumps.
It is your turn to play, Mr. Stuart."


CHAPTER IV.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SURPRISES PASSEPARTOUT, HIS
SERVANT, BEYOND MEASURE.
AT twenty-five minutes after seven, Phileas Fogg having
gained twenty guineas at whist, took leave of his honorable
colleagues, and left the Reform Club. At ten minutes of
eight, he opened the door of his house and entered.
Passepartout, who.had conscientiously studied his pro-
gramme, was quite surprised at seeing Mr. Fogg guilty of
the inexactness of appearing at this unusual hour. Ac-
cording to the notice, the occupant of Saville Row ought
not to return before midnight, precisely.
Phileas Fogg first went to his bedroom. Then he called:
Passepartout!"
Passepartout could not reply, for this call could not be
addressed to him, as it was not the hour.
Passepartout," Mr. Fogg called again without raising
his voice much.
Passepartout presented himself.
It is the second time that I have called you," said
Mr. Fogg.
But it is not midnight," replied Passepartout, with his
watch in his hand.
1 know it," continued Phileas Fogg, and I do not
find fault with you. We leave in ten minutes for Dover
and Calais."
A sort of faint grimace appeared on the round face of
the Frenchman. It was evident that he had not fully un-
derstood.
Monsieur is going to leave home?" he asked.
Yes," replied Phileas Fogg. We are going to make
the tour of the world."
Passepartout, with his eyes wide open, his eyebrows
raised, his arms extended, and his body collapsed, pre-







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sented all the symptoms of an astonishment amounting to
stupor.
The tour of the world!" he murmured.
In eighty days," replied Mr. Fogg. So we have not
a moment to lose."
But the trunk?" said Passepartout, who was uncon-
sciously swinging his head from right to left.
"No trunks necessary. Only a carpet-bag. In it two
woolen shirts and three pairs of stockings. The same for
you. We will purchase on the way. You may bring down
my mackintosh and traveling-cloak, also stout shoes, al-
though we will walk but little or not at all. Go."
Passepartout would have liked to make reply. He could
not. He left Mr. Fogg's room, went up to his own, fell
back into a chair, and making use of a common phrase in
his country, he said:
Well, well, that's pretty tough. I who wanted to re-
main quiet!"
And mechanically he made his preparations for depart-
ure. The tour of the world in eighty days! Was he doing
business with a madman? No. It was a joke, perhaps.
They were going to Dover. Good. To Calais. Let it be
so. After all, it could not cross the grain of the good fel-
low very much, who had not trod the soil of his native
country for five years. Perhaps they would go as far as
Paris, and, indeed, it would give him pleasure to see the
great capital again. But, surely, a gentleman so careful
of his steps would stop there. Yes, doubtless; but it was
not less true than he was starting out, that he was leaving
home, this gentleman who, until this time, had been such
a homebody!
By eight o'clock Passepartout had put in order the
modest bag which contained his wardrobe and that of his
master; then, his mind still disturbed, he left his room,
the door of which he closed carefully, and he rejoined Mr.
Fogg.
Mr. Fogg was ready. He carried under his arm Brad-
shaw's Continental Railway Steam Transit and General
Guide," which was to furnish him all the necessary direc-
tions for his journey. He took the bag from Passepartout's
hands, opened it, and slipped into it a heavy package of
those fine bank-notes which are current in all countries.
You have forgotten nothing?" he asked.







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"Nothing, monsieur."
My mackintosh and cloak?"
Here they are."
"Good; take this bag," and Mr. Fogg handed it t.
Passepartout. And take good care of it," he added,
" there are twenty thousand pounds in it."
The bag nearly slipped out of Passepartout's hands, as
if the twenty thousand pounds had been in gold and
weighed very heavy.
The master and servant then descended, and the street
door was double locked. At the end of Saville Row there
was a carriage stand. Phileas Fogg .and his servant got
into a cab, which was rapidly driven toward Charing Cross
Station, at which one of the branches of the Southeastern
Railway touches. At twenty minutes after eight the cab
stopped before the gate of the station. Passepartout
jumped out. His master followed him, and paid the
driver. At this moment a poor beggar woman, holding a
child in her arms, her bare feet all muddy, her head cov-
ered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a tattered
feather, and a ragged shawl over her other torn garments,
approached Mr. Fogg and asked him for help.
Mr. Fogg drew from his pocket the twenty guineas which
he had just won at whist, and giving them to the woman,
said: Here, my good woman, I'm glad to have met you."
Then he passed on.
Passepartout had something like a sensation of moisture
about his eyes. His master had made an impression upon
his heart.
Mr. Fogg and he went immediately into the large sitting-
room of the station. There Phileas Fogg gave Passepar-
tout the order to get two first-class tickets for Paris. Then
returning, he noticed his five colleagues of the Reform
Club.
Gentlemen, I am going," he said, and the various
vises put upon a passport which I take for that purpose
will enable you, on my return, to verify my journey."
Oh! Mr. Fogg," replied Gauthier Ralph, that is use-
less. We will depend upon your honor as a gentleman."
It is better so," said Mr. Fogg.
You do not forget that you ought to be back-" re-
marked Andrew Stuart.
"In eighty days," replied Mr. Fogg. Saturday, De-







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corner 21, 1872, at quarter before nine P. M. Au revoir,
gentlemen."
At forty minutes after eight, Phileas Fogg and his serv-
ant took their seats in the same compartment. At eight
forty-five the whistle sounded, and the train started.
The night was dark. A fine rain was falling. Phileas
Fogg, leaning back in his corner, did'not speak. Passe-
partout, still stupefied, mechanically hugged up the bag
with the bank-notes.
But the train had not passed Sydenham, when Passe-
partout uttered a real cry of despair.
What is the matter?" asked Mr. Fogg.
Why-in-in my haste-my disturbed state of mind,
I forgot-"
"Forgot what?"
To turn off the gas in my room."
Very well, young man," replied Mr. Fogg, coolly,
" it will burn at your expense."

CHAPTER V.
IN WHICH A NEW SECURITY APPEARS ON THE LONDON
EXCHANGE.
PHILEAS FOGG, in leaving London, doubtless did not
suspect the great excitement which his departure was going
to create. The news of the wager spread first in the Re-
form Club, and produced quite a stir among the members
of that honorable circle. Then from the club it went into
the papers, through the medium of the reporters, and from
the papers to the public of London and the entire United
Kingdom. The question of the tour of the world was
commented upon, discussed, dissected, with as much pas-
sion and warmth as if it were a new Alabama affair. S me
took sides with Phileas Fogg, others-and they soon formed
a considerable majority-declared against him. To ac-
complish this tour of the world otherwise than in theory
and upon paper, in this minimum of time, with the means
of communication employed at present, it was not only im-
possible, it was visionary. The Times," the Stand-
ard," the Evening Star," the Morning Chronicle,"
and twenty other papers of large circulation, declared
against Mr. Fogg. The Daily Telegraph alone sus-
tained him to a certain extent. Phileas Fogg was gener-







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ally treated as a maniao, as a fool, and his colleagues were
blamed for having taken up this wager, which impeached
the soundness of the mental faculties of its originator.
Extremely passionate, but very logical, articles appeared
upon the subject. The interest felt in England for every-
thing concerning geography is well known. So there was
not a reader, to whatever class he belonged, who did not
devour the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg.
During the first few days a few bold spirits, principally
ladies, were in favor of him, especially after the Illus-
trated London News" had published his picture, copied
from his photograph deposited in the archives of the Re-
form Club. Certain gentlemen dared to say, Humph!
why not, after all? More extraordinary things have been
done!" These were particularly the readers of the Daily
Telegraph." But it was soon felt that this journal com-
menced to be weaker in its support.
In fact, a long article appeared on the seventh of Octo-
ber, in the Bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society.
It treated the question from all points of view, and demon-
strated clearly the folly of the enterprise. According to
this article, everything was against the traveler, the obsta-
cles of man and the obstacles of nature. To succeed in
this project, it was necessary to admit a miraculous agree-
ment of the hours of arrival and departure, an agreement
which did not exist, and which could not exist. The ar-
rival of trains at a fixed hour could be counted upon strict-
ly, in Europe, where relatively short distances are in
question; but when three days are employed to cross India,
and seven days to cross the United States, could the ele-
ments of such a problem be established to a nicety? The
accidents to machinery, running of trains off the track,
collisions, bad weather, and the accumulations of snows,
were they not all against Phileas Fogg? Would he not find
himself in winter on the steamers at the mercy of the
winds or of the fogs? Is it then so rare that the best
steamers of the ocean lines experience delays of two or
three days? But one delay was sufficient to break ir-
reparably the chain of communication. If Phileas Fogg
missed only by a few hours the departure of a steamer, he
would be compelled to wait for the next steamer, and in
this way his journey would be irrevocably compromised.
The article made a great sensation. Nearly all the papers







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copied it, and the stock in Phileas Fogg went down in a
marked degree.
During the first few days which followed the departure
of the gentleman, important business transactions had
been made on the strength of his undertaking. The world
of bettors in England is a more intelligent and elevated
world than that of gamblers. To bet is according to the
English temperament; so that not only the various mem-
bers of the Reform Club made heavy bets for or against
Phileas Fogg, but the mass of the public entered into the
movement. Phileas Fogg was entered like a race-horse in
a sort of stud-book. A bond was issued, which was imme-
diately quoted upon the London exchange. Phileas
Fogg was "bid" or asked" firm or above par, and
enormous transactions were made. But five years after his
departure, after the appearance of the article in the Bul-
letin of the Geographical Society, the offerings com-
menced to come in plentifully. Phileas Fogg declined.
It was offered in bundles. Taken first at five, then at ten,
it was finally taken only at twenty, at fifty, at one hundred!
Only one adherent remained steadfast to him. It was
the old paralytic, Lord Albemarle. This honorable gen-
tleman, confined to his arm-chair, would have given his
fortune to be able to make the tour of the world, even in
ten years. He bet five thousand pounds in favor of Phileas
Fogg, and even when the folly as well as the uselessness of
the project was demonstrated to him, he contented himself
with replying: If the thing is feasible, it is well that an
Englishman should be the first to do it."
The adherents of Phileas Fogg became fewer and fewer;
everybody, and not without reason, was putting himself
against him; bets were taken at one hundred and fifty and
two hundred again stone, when, seven days after his depart-
ure, an entirely unexpected incident caused them not to
be taken at all.
At nine o'clock in the evening of this day the commis-
sioner of the Metropolitan Police received a telegraphic dis-
patch in the following words:
SUEZ TO LONDON.
Cowan, Commissioner of Police, Central Office, Scot-
land Square:-I have the bank robber, Phileas Fogg.
Send without delay warrant of arrest to Bombay, British
India. FIx, Detective."







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The effect of this dispatch was immediate. The honor-
able gentleman disappeared to make room for the bank-
note robber. His photograph, deposited at the Reform
Club with those of his colleagues, was examined. It re-
produced, feature by feature, the man whose description
had been furnished by the commission of inquiry. They
recalled how mysterious Phileas Fogg's life had been, his
isolation, his sudden departure; and it appeared evident
that this person, under the pretext of a journey round the
world, and supporting it by a senseless bet, had had no
other aim than to mislead the agents of the English police.


CHAPTER VI.
IN WHICH THE AGENT FIX SHOWS A VERY PROPER IM-
PATIENCE.
THESE are the circumstances under which the dispatch
concerning Mr. Phileas Fogg had been sent:
On Wednesday, the ninth of October, there was expect-
ed at Suez, at eleven o'clock A. M., the iron steamer Mon-
golia," of the Peninsular and Oriental Company, sharp
built, with a spar-deck, of two thousand eight hundred
tons burden, and nominally of five hundred horse-power.
The "Mongolia" made regular trips from Brindisi to
Bombay by the Suez Canal. It was one of the fastest
sailers of the line, and had always exceeded the regular
rate of speed, that is, ten miles an hour between Brindisi
and Suez, and nine and fifty-three hundredths miles be-
tween Suez and Bombay.
While waiting for the arrival of the Mongolia," two
men were walking up and down the wharf, in the midst of
the crowd of natives and foreigners who come together in
this town, no longer a small one, to which the great work
of M. De Lesseps assures a great future.
One of these men was the consular agent of the United
Kingdom, settled at Suez, who, in spite of the doleful
prognostications of the British Government, and the sinis-
ter predictions of Stephenson, the engineer, saw English
ships passing through this canal every day, thus cutting off
one half the old route front England to the East Indies
around the Cape of Good Hope.
The other was a small, spare man, of a quiet, intelligent,







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nervous face, who was contracting his eyebrows with re-
markable persistence. Under his long eyelashes there
shone very bright eyes, but whose brilliancy he could sup-
press at will. At this moment he showed some signs of
impatience, going, coming, unable to remain in one spot.
The name of this man was Fix, and he was one of the
detectives, or agents of the English police, that had been
sent to the various seaports after the robbery committed
upon the Bank of England. This Fix was to watch, with
the greatest care, all travelers taking the Suez route, and
if one of them seemed suspicious to him, to follow him up
while waiting for a warrant of arrest. Just two days be-
fore Fix had received from the commissioner of the Metro-
politan Police the description of the supposed robber. It
was that of the distinguished and well-dressed gentleman
who had been noticed in the paying-room of the bank.
The detective, evidently much excited by the large, reward
promised in case of success, was waiting then, with an im-
patience easy to understand, the arrival of the "Mon-
golia."
And you say, consul," he asked, for the tenth time,
" this vessel can not be behind time?"
"No, Mr. Fix," replied the consul. She was sig-
naled yesterday off Port Said, and the one hundred and
sixty kilometers of the canal are of no moment for such a
sailer. I repeat to you that the Mongolia' has always
obtained the reward of twenty-five pounds given by the
government for every gain of twenty-four hours over the
regulation time."
This steamer comes directly from Brindisi?" asked
Fix.
Directly from Brindisi, where it took on the India
mail; from Brindisi, which it left on Saturday, at five
o'clock P. M. So have patience; it can not be behindhand
in arriving. But really I do not see how, with the de-
scription you have received, you could recognize your man,
if he is on board the Mongolia.' "
Consul," replied Fix, we feel these people rather
than know them. You must have a scent for them, and
the scent is like a special sense, in which are united hear-
ing, sight, and smell. I have in my life arrested more
than one of these gentlemen, and, provided that my rob-







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ber is on board, 1 will venture that he will not slip from
my hands."
I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it is a very heavy robbery."
A magnificent robbery," replied the enthusiastic de-
tective. Fifty-five thousand pounds! We don't often
have such windfalls! The robbers are becoming mean fel-
lows. The race of Jack Sheppard is dying out! They
are hung now for a few shillings!"
Mr. Fix," replied the consul, "you speak in such a
way that I earnestly wish you to succeed; but I repeat to
you that, from the circumstances in which you find your-
self, I fear that it will be difficult. Do you not know that,
according to the description you have received, this robber
resembles an honest man exactly?"
Consul," replied the detective, dogmatically, great
robbers always resemble honest people. You understand
those who have rogues' faces have but one course to take
to remain honest, otherwise they would be arrested.
Honest physiognomies are the very ones that must be un-
masked. It is a difficult task, I admit; and it is not a
trade so much as an art."
It is seen that the aforesaid Fix was not wanting in a
certain amount of self-conceit.
In the meantime the wharf was becoming lively little by
little. Sailors of various nationalities, merchants, ship-
brokers, porters, and fellahs, were coming together in large
numbers. The arrival of the steamer was evidently near.
The weather was quite fine, but the atmosphere was cold
from the east wind. A few minarets towered above the
town in the pale rays of the sun. Toward the south a
jetty of about two thousand yards long extended like an
arm into the Suez roadstead. Several fishing and coasting
vessels were tossing upon the surface of the Red Sea, some
of which preserved in their style the elegant shape of the
ancient galley.
Moving among this crowd, Fix, from the habit of his
profession, was carefully examining the passers-by with a
rapid glance.
It was then half past ten.
But this steamer will never arrive!" he exclaimed, on
hearing the port clock strike.
She can not be far off," replied the consul.
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"Four hours. Time enough to take in coal. From
Suez to Aden, at the other end of the Red Sea, is reckoned
thirteen hundred and ten miles, and it is necessary to lay
in fuel."
And from Suez this vessel goes directly to Bombay?"
Directly, without breaking bulk."
Well, then," said Fix, if the robber has taken this
route and this vessel, it must be in his plan to disembark
at Suez, in order to reach by another route the Dutch or
French possessions of Asia. He must know very well that
he would not be safe in India, which is an English coun-
try."
Unless he is a very shrewd man," replied the consul.
" You know that an English criminal is always better con-
cealed in London than he would be abroad."
After this idea, which gave the detective much food for
reflection, the consul returned to his office, situated at a
short distance. The detective remained alone, affected by
a certain nervous impatience, having the rather singular
presentiment that his robber was to be found aboard the
"Mongolia "-and truly, if this rascal had left England
with the intention of reaching the New World, the East
India route, being watched less, or more difficult to watch
than that of the Atlantic, ought to have had his prefer-
ence.
Fix was not long left to his reflections. Sharp whistles
announced the arrival of the steamer. The entire horde
of porters and fellahs rushed toward the wharf in a bustle,
somewhat inconveniencing the limbs and the clothing of
the passengers. A dozen boats put off from the shore to
meet the Mongolia." Soon was seen the enormous hull
of the "Mongolia" passing between the shores of the
canal, and eleven o'clock was striking when the steamer
came to anchor in the roadstead, while the escaping of the
steam made a great noise. There was quite a number of
passengers aboard. Some remained on the spar-deck, con-
templating the picturesque panorama of the town; but the
most of them came ashore in the boats which had gone to
hail the Mongolia."
Fix was examining carefully all those that landed, when
one of them approached him, after having vigorously
pushed back the fellahs who overwhelmed him with their
offers of service, and asked him very politely if he could







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show him the office of the English consular agent. And
at the same time this passenger presented a passport upon
which he doubtless desired to have the British vise. Fix
instinctively took the passport, and at a glance read the
description in it. An involuntary movement almost es-
caped him. The sheet trembled in his hand. The de,
scription contained in the passport was identical with that
which he had received from the commissioner of the Met-
ropolitan Police.
This passport is not yours?" he said to the passenger.
No," replied the latter, it is my master's passport."
And your master?"
SRemained on board."
"But," continued the detective, he must present him-
self in person at the consul's office to establish his identity."
What, is that necessary?"
Indispensable."
And where is the office?"
There at the corner of the square," replied the detect-
ive, pointing out a house two hundred paces off.
Then 1 must go for my master, who will not be pleased
to have his plans deranged."
Thereupon, the passenger bowed to Fix and returned
aboard the steamer.

CHAPTER VII.
WHICH SHOWS ONCE MORE THE USELESSNESS OF PASS-
PORTS IN POLICE MATTERS.
THE detective left the wharf and turned quickly toward
the consul's office. Immediately upon his pressing de-
mand he was ushered into the presence of the official.
Consul," he said, without any other preamble, I
have strong reasons for believing that our man has taken
passage aboard the Mongolia.' "
And Fix related what had passed between the servant
and himself with reference to the passport.
Well, Mr. Fix," replied the consul, 1 would not be
sorry to see the face of this rogue. But perhaps he will
not present himself at my office if he is what you suppose.
A robber does not like to leave behind him the tracks of
his passage, and besides, the formality of passports is no
longer obligatory."







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Consul," replied the detective, if he is a shrewd
man, as we think, he will come."
To have his passport vised?"
Yes. Passports never serve but to incommode hon-
est people and to aid the flight of rogues. 1 warrant you
that his will be all regular, but I hope certainly that you
will not vise it."
And why not? If his passport is regular, 1 have no
right to refuse my vise."
But, consul, I must retain this man until I have re-
ceived from London a warrant of arrest."
Ah, Mr. Fix, that is your business," replied the con-
sul, but I-I can not-"
The consul did not finish his phrase. At this moment
there was a knock at the door of his private office, and the
office boy brought in two foreigners, one of whom was the
very servant who had been talking with the detective.
They were, indeed, the master and servant. The master
presented his passport, asking the consul briefly to be kind
enough to vise it. The latter took the passport and read
it carefully, while Fix, in one corner of the room, was ob-
serving, or rather devouring, the stranger with his eyes.
When the consul had finished reading, he asked:
You are Phileas Fogg, Esq.?"
Yes, sir," replied the gentleman.
And this man is your servant?"
"Yes, a Frenchman, named Passepartout."
"You come from London?"
SYes."
"And you are going?"
'To Bombay."
"Well, sir, you know that this formality of the vise is
useless, and that we no longer demand the presentation of
the passport?"
"I know it," replied Phileas Fogg, "but 1 wish to
prove by your vise my trip to Suez."
Very well, sir."
And the consul having signed and dated the passport
and affixed his seal, Mr. Fogg settled .the fee, and having
bowed coldly, he went out, followed by his servant.
Well?" asked the detective.
Well," replied the consul, he has the appearance of
a perfectly honest man "







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Possibly," replied Fix; but that is not the question
with us. Do you find, consul, that this phlegmatic gentle-
man resembles, feature for feature, the robber whose de-
scription I have received?"
1 agree with you; but you know that all descriptions-"
I shall have a clear conscience about it," replied Fix.
" The servant appears to me less of a riddle than the mas-
ter. Moreover, he is a Frenchman, who can not keep from
talking. 1 will see you soon again, consul."
The detective then went out, intent upon the search for
Passepartout.
In the meantime, Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consul's
house, had gone toward the wharf. There he gave some
orders to his servant; then he got into a boat, returned on
board the "Mongolia," and went into his cabin. He
then took out his memorandum-book, in which were the
following notes:
Left London, Wednesday, October 2, 8:45 P. Mf.
Arrived at Paris, Thursday, October 3, 7:20 A. ar.
Left Paris, Thursday, 8:40 A. rM.
"Arrived at Turin, via Mont Cenis, Friday, October
4, 6:35 A. M.
Left Turin, Friday, 7:20 A. M.
Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5, 4 p. M.
Set sail on the Mongolia,' Saturday, 5 P. M.
Arrived at Suez, Wednesday, October 9, 11 A. A.
Total of hours consumed, 158 1-2; or in days, 6 1-2
days."
Mr. Fogg wrote down these dates in a guide-book
arranged by columns, which indicated, from the 2d of
October to the 21st of December-the month, the day of
the month, the day of the week, the stipulated and actual
arrivals at each principal point, Paris, Brindisi, Suez, Bom-
bay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong Kong, Yokohama, San
Francisco, New York, Liverpool, London, and which
allowed him to figure the gain made or the loss experienced
at each place on the route. In this methodical book he
thus kept an account of everything, and Mr. Fogg knew
always whether he was ahead of time or behind.
He noted down then this day, Wednesday, October 9,
his arrival at Suez, which, agreeing with the stipulated
arrival, neither made a gain nor a loss. Then he had his







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breakfastt served up in his cabin. As to seeing the town,
he did not even think of it, being of that race of English-
men who have their servants visit the countries they pass
through.

CHAPTER VIII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT PERHAPS TALKS A LITTLE
MORE THAN IS PROPER.
Fix had in a few moments rejoined Passepartout on the
lharf, who was loitering and looking about, not believing
that he was obliged not to see anything.
Well, my friend," said Fix, coming up to him, is
your passport vised ?''
Ah! it is you, monsieur," replied the Frenchman.
" Much obliged. It is all in order."
And you are looking at the country?"
Yes; but we go so quickly that it seems to me as if 1
Am traveling in a dream. And so we are in Suez?"
Yes, in Suez."
In Egypt?"
You are quite right, in Egypt."
And in Africa?"
Yes, in Africa."
In Africa?" repeated Passepartout. I can not be-
lieve it. Just fancy, sir, that I imagined we would not go
further than Paris, and I saw this famous capital again be-
tween twenty minutes after seven and twenty minutes of
nine in the morning, between the northern station and the
Lyons station, through the windows of a cab in a driving
rain! I regret it! I would have so much liked to see again
P hre la Chaise and the Circus of the Champs Elysees!
You are then in a great hurry?" asked the detective.
No, I am not, but my master is. By the bye, I must
buy some shirts and shoes. We came away without trunks
-with a carpet-bag only."
I am going to take you to a shop where you will find
everything you want."
Monsieur," replied Passepartout, you are really very
kind."
And both started off. Passepartout talked incessantly.
Above all," he said, 1 must take care not to miss
the steamer."







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SYou have the time," replied Fix; it is only noon."
Passepartout pulled out his large watch.
Noon. Pshaw! It is eight minutes of ten!"
Your watch is slow," replied Fix.
My watch! A family watch that has come down from
my great-grandfather! It don't vary five minutes in the
year. It is a genuine chronometer."
I see what is the matter," replied Fix. You have
kept London time, which is about two hours slower than
Suez. You must be careful to set your watch at noon in
each country."
"What! I touch my watch?" cried Passepartout.
"Never!"
Well, then, it will not agree with the sun."
So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun
will be wrong then."
And the good fellow put his watch back in his.fob with
a magnificent gesture.
A few moments after Fix said to him:
You left London very hurriedly, then?"
1 should think so! Last Wednesday, at eight o'clock
in the evening, contrary to all his habits, Monsieur Fogg
returned from his club, and in three quarters of an hour
afterward we were off."
But where is your master going, then?"
Right straight ahead. He is making the tour of the
world."
The tour of the world!" cried Fix.
Yes, in eighty days. On a wager, he says; but, be-
tween ourselves, I do not believe it. There is no common
sense in it. There must be something else."
This Mr. Fogg is an original genius?"
I should think so."
Is he rich?"
Evidently, and he carries such a fine sum with him in
fresh new bank-notes. And he doesn't spare his money on
the route. Oh! but he has promised a splendid reward to
the engineer of the Mongolia if we arrive at Bombay
considerably in advance."
And you have known him for a long time, this mas-
ter of yours?"
I," replied Passepartout-" I entered his service the
very day of our departure."







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The effect which these answers naturally produced upon
the mind of the detective, already strained with excitement,
may easily be imagined.
This hurried departure from London so short a time after
the robbery, this large sum carried away, this haste to
arrive in distant countries, this pretext of an eccentric
wager, all could have no other effect than to confirm Fix
in his ideas. He kept the Frenchman talking, and learned
to a certainty that this fellow did not know his master at
all, that he lived isolated in London, that he was called
rich without the source of his fortune being known, that
he was a mysterious man, etc. But at the same time Fix
was certain that Phileas Fogg would not get off at Suez,
but that he was really going to Bombay.
Is Bombay far from here?" asked Passepartout.
Pretty far," replied the detective. It will take you
ten days more by sea."
And where do you locate Bombay?"
"In India."
"In Asia?"
"Of course."
"The deuce! What 1 was going to tell you-there is
one thing that bothers me-it it is my burner."
What burner?"
"My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which
is burning at my expense. Now I have calculated that it
will cost me two shillings each twenty-four hours, exactly
sixpence more than I earn, and you understand that, how-
ever little our journey may be prolonged-"
Did Fix understand the matter of the gas? It is im-
probable. He did not listen any longer and was coming to
a determination. The Frenchman and he had arrived at
the shop. Fix left his companion there making his pur-
chases, recommending him not to miss the departure of the
"Mongolia," and he returned in great haste to the con-
sul's office. Fix had regained his coolness completely, now
that he was fully convinced.
"Monsieur," said he to the consul, I have my man.
He is passing himself off as an oddity, who wishes to make
the tour of the world in eighty days."
Then he is a rogue," replied the consul, and he
counts on returning to Londoni after having deceived all
the police of the two continents."







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We will see," replied Fix.
"But are you not mistaken?" asked the consul, once
more.
1 am not mistaken."
Why, then, has this robber insisted upon having his
stopping at Suez confirmed by a vise ?"
Why? 1 do not know, consul," replied the detective;
" but listen to me."
And in a few words he related the salient points of his
conversation with the servant of the said Fogg.
Indeed," said the consul, all the presumptions are
against this man. And what are you going to do?"
Send a dispatch to London with the urgent request to
send to me at once at Bombay a warrant of arrest, set sail
upon the Mongolia,' follow my robber to the Indies, and
there, on English soil, accost him politely, with the war-
rant in one hand, and the other hand upon his shoulder."
Having coolly uttered these words, the detective took
leave of the consul, and repaired to the telegraph-office.
Thence he dispatched to the commissioner of the Metro-
politan Police, as we have already seen. A quarter of an
hour later, Fix, with his light baggage in his hand, and
besides well supplied with money, went on board the
" Mongolia," and soon the swift steamer was threading its
way under full head of steam on the waters of the Red Sea.


CHAPTER IX.
IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN SHOW
THEMSELVES PROPITIOUS TO PHILEAS FOGG'S DESIGNS.
THE distance between Suez and Aden is exactly thir-
teen hundred and ten miles, and the time-table of the com-
pany allows its steamers a period of one hundred and thirty-
eight hours to make the distance. The Mongolia,"
whose fires were well kept up, moved along rapidly enough
to anticipate her stipulated arrival. Nearly all the pas-
sengers who came aboard at Brindisi had India for their
destination. Some were going to Bombay, others to Cal-
cutta, but via Bombay, for since a railway crosses the en-
tire breadth of the Indian peninsula it is no longer neces-
sary to double the island at Ceylon.
Among these passengers of the Mongolia" there were
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several officials of the civil service and army officers of
every grade. Of the latter some belonged to the British
army, properly so-called, the others commanded the native
Sepoy troops, all receiving high salaries, since the govern-
ment has taken the place of the powers and charges of the
old East India Company; sub-lieutenants receiving 280,
brigadiers 2,400, and generals 4,000. The emolu-
ments of officials in the civil service are still higher: Sim-
ple assistants in the first rank get 480, judges 2,400,
the president judges 10,000, governors 12,000, and
the governor-general more than 24,000.
There was good living on board the Mongolia," in this
company of officials, to which were added some young En-
glishmen, who, with a million in their pockets, were going
to establish commercial houses abroad. The purser, the
confidential man of the company, the equal of the captain
on board the ship, did things up elegantly. At the break-
fast, at the lunch at two o'clock, at the dinner at half past
five, at the supper at eight o'clock, the tables groaned
under the dishes of fresh meat and the relishes furnished
by the refrigerator and the pantries of the steamer. The
ladies, of whom there were a few, changed their toilet
twice a day. There was music, and there was dancing also
when the sea allowed it
But the Red Sea is very capricious and too frequently
rough, like all long, narrow bodies of water. When the
wind blew either from the coast of Asia, or from the coast
of Africa, the Mongolia," being very long and sharp
built, and struck amidships, rolled fearfully. The ladies
then disappeared; the pianos were silent; songs and dances
ceased at once. And yet, notwithstanding the squall and
the agitated waters, the steamer, driven by its powerful
engines, pursued its course without delay to the straits of
Bab-el-Mandeb.
What was Phileas Fogg doing all this time? It might
be supposed that, always uneasy and anxious, his mind
would be occupied with the changes of the wind interfering
with the progress of the vessel, the irregular movements
of the squall threatening an accident to the engine, and
in short all the possible injuries, which, compelling the
" Mongolia to put into some port, would have interrupt-
ed his journey.
By no means, or, at least, if this gentleman thought of







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these probabilities, he did not let it appear as if he did.
He was the same impassable man, the imperturbable mem-
ber of the Reform Club whom no incident or accident
could surprise. H-e did not appear more affected than the
ship's chronometers. He was seldom seen upon the deck.
"He troubled himself very little about looking at this Red
Sea, so fruitful in recollections, the spot where the first his-
toric scenes of mankind were enacted. He did not recog-
nize the curious towns scattered upon its shores, and whose
picturesque outlines stood out sometimes against the hori-
zon. He did not even dream of the dangers of the Gulf of
Arabia, of which the ancient historians, Strabo, Arrius,
Artemidorus, and others, always spoke with dread, and
upon which the navigators never ventured in former times
without having consecrated their voyage by propitiatory
sacrifices.
What was this queer fellow, imprisoned upon the Mon-
golia," doing? At first he took his four meals a day, the
rolling and pitching of the ship not putting out of order
his mechanism so wonderfully organized. Then he played
at whist. For he found companions as devoted to it as
himself: a collector of taxes, who was going to his post at
Goa; a minister, the Reverend Decimus Smith, returning
to Bombay; and a brigadier-general of the English army,
who was rejoining his corps at Benares. These three pas-
sengers had the same passion for whist as Mr. Fogg, and
they played for entire hours, not less quietly than he.
As for Passepartout seasickness had taken no hold on
him. He occupied a forward cabin, and eat conscientious-
ly. .It must be said that the voyage made under these cir-
cumstances was decidedly not unpleasant to him. He
rather liked his share of it. Well fed and well lodged, he
was seeing the country, and, besides, he asserted to himself
that all this whim would end at Bombay. The next day
after leaving Suez it was not without a certain pleasure
that he met on deck the obliging person whom he had ad-
dressed on landing in Egypt.
If I am not mistaken," he said on approaching him
with his most amiable smile, you are the very gentleman
that so kindly served as my guide in Suez?"
Indeed," replied the detective, I recognize you!
You are the servant of that odd Englishman-"
"Just so, monsieur-"







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"Fix."
Monsieur Fix," replied Passepartout. Delighted to
meet you again on board this vessel. And where are you
going?"
Why, to the same place as yourself, Bombay."
That is first-rate! Have you already made this trip?"
Several times," replied Fix. I am an agent of the
Peninsular Company."
Then you know India?"
Why-yes," replied Fix, who did not wish to commit
himself too far.
And this India is a curious place?"
Very curious! Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs,
pagodas, tigers, serpents, dancing girls! But it is to be
hoped that you will have time to visit the country."
I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You understand very well
that it is not permitted to a man of sound mind to pass his
life in jumping from a steamer into a railway car and from
a railway car into a steamer under the pretext of making
the tour of the world in eighty days! No. All these gym-
nastics will cease at Bombay, don't doubt it."
And Mr. Fogg is well?" asked Fix in the most nat-
ural tone.
Very well, Monsieur Fix, and I am too. I eat like an
ogre that has been fasting. It is the sea air."
I never see your master on deck."
"Never. He is not inquisitive."
Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended
tour in eighty days might very well be the cover for some
secret mission-a diplomatic mission, for example!"
Upon my word, Monsieur Fix, I don't know anything
about it, I confess, and really I wouldn't give a half crown
to know."
After this meeting Passepartout and Fix frequently
talked together. The detective thought he ought to have
close relations with the servant of this gentleman Fogg.
There might be an occasion when he could serve him. He
frequently offered him, in the bar-room of the Mongo-
lia," a few glasses of whisky or pale ale, which the good
fellow accepted without reluctance, and returned even, so
as not to be behind him-finding this Fix to be a very
honest gentleman.
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On the 13th they sighted Mocha, which appeared in its in-
closure of ruined walls, above which were hanging green
date-trees. At a distance, in the mountains, there were
seen immense fields of coffee-trees. Passepartout was de-
lighted to behold this celebrated place, and he found, with
its circular walls and a dismantled fort in the shape of a
handle, it looked like an enormous cup and saucer.
During the following night the Mongolia passed
through the Straits of Bab-el-Mandeb, the Arabic name of
which signifies The Gate of Tears," and the next day,
the 14th, she put in at Steamer Point, to the north-west of
Aden harbor. There she was to lay in coal again. This
obtaining fuel for steamers at such distances from the cen-
ters of production is a very serious matter. It amounts to
an annual expense for the Peninsular Company of eight
hundred thousand pounds. It has been necessary, indeed,
to establish depots in several ports, and in these distant seas
coal reaches as high as from three to four pounds per ton.
The Mongolia" had still sixteen hundred and fifty
miles to make before reaching Bombay, and she had to re-
main four hours at Steamer Point to lay in her coal. But
this delay could not in any way be prejudicial to Phileas
Fogg's programme. It was foreseen. Besides, the
" Mongolia," instead of not arriving at Aden until the
morning of the 15th, put in there the evening of the 14th,
a gain of fifteen hours.
Mr. Fogg and his servant landed. The gentleman
wished to have his passport vised. Fix followed him with-
out being noticed. The formality of the vise through with,
Phileas Fogg returned on board to resume his interrupted
play. Passepartout, according to his custom, loitered
about in the midst of the population of Somanlis, Ban-
yans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, Europeans making up'the
twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He admired
the fortifications which made of this town the Gibraltar of
the Indian Ocean, and some splendid cisterns, at which the
English engineers were still working, two thousand years
after the engineers of King Solomon.
"Very singular, very singular!" said Passepartout to
himself, on returning aboard. I see that it is not use-
less to travel, if we wish to see anything new."
At six o'clock P. M. the Mongolia was plowing the
waters of the Aden harbor, and soon reached the Indian







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Oceau. She had one hundred and sixty-eight hours to
make the distance between Aden and Bombay. The In-
dian Ocean was favorable to her, the wind kept in the
north-west, and the sails came to the aid of the steam. The
ship well balanced, rolled less. The ladies, in fresh toil-
ets, reappeared upon the deck. The singing and. dancing
recommended. Their voyage was then progressing under
the most favorable circumstances. Passepartout was de-
lighted with the agreeable companion whom chance had
procured for him in the person of Fix.
On Sunday, the 20th of October, toward noon, they
sighted the Indian coast. Two hours later the pilot came
aboard the Mongolia." The outlines of the hills blended
with the sky. Soon the rows of palm-trees which abound
in the place came into distinct view. The steamer entered
the harbor formed by the islands of Salcette, Colaba, Ele-
phanta, Butcher, and at half past four she put in at the
wharves of Bombay. Phileas Fogg was then finishing the
thirty-third rubber of the day, and his partner and him-
self, thanks to a bold maneuver, having made thirteen
tricks, wound up this fine trip by a splendid victory. The
"Mongolia" was not due at Bombay until the 22d of
October. She arrived on the 20th. This was a gain of
two days, then, since his departure from London, and
Phileas Fogg.methodically noted it down in his memoran-
dum-book in the column of gains.


CHAPTER X.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO HAPPY TO GET
OFF WITH THE LOSS OF HIS SHOES.
No one is ignorant of the fact that India, this great re-
versed triangle whose base is to the north and its apex to
the south, comprises a superficial area of fourteen hundred
thousand square miles, over which is unequally scattered a
population of one hundred and eighty millions of inhabit-
ants. The British Government exercises a real dominion
over a certain portion of this vast country. It maintains
a governor-general at Calcutta, governors at Madras,
Bombay, ai: I Bengal, and a lieutenaut-governor at Agra.
But English India, properly so-called, counts only a
superficial area of seven hundred thousand square miles,







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and a population of one hundred to one hundred and ten
millions of inhabitants. It is sufficient to say that a prom-
inent part of the territory is still free from the authority of
the queen; and, indeed, with some of the rajahs of the inte-
rior, fierce and terrible, Hindoo independence is still abso-
lute. Since 1756-the period at which was founded the first
English establishment on the spot to-day occupied by the
city of Madras-until the year in which broke out the great
Sepoy insurrection, the celebrated East India Company was
all-powerful. It annexed little by little the various prov-
inces, bought from the rajahs at the price of annual rents,
which it paid in part or not at all; it named its governor-
general and all its civil or military employes; but now it
no longer exists, and the English possessions in India are
directly under the crown. Thus the aspect, the manners,
and the distinctions of race of the peninsula are being
changed every day. Formerly they traveled by all the old
means of conveyance-on foot, on horseback, in carts, in
small vehicles drawn by men, in palanquins, on men's
backs, in coaches, etc. Now steamboats traverse with
great rapidity the Indus and the Ganges, and a railway
crossing the entire breadth of India, and branching in vari-
ous directions, puts Bombay at only three days from Cal-
cutta.
The route of this railway does not follow a straight line
across India. The air-line distance is only one thousand
to eleven hundred miles, and trains going at only an aver-
age rapidity would not take three days to make it; but
this distance is increased at least one third by the arc de-
scribed by the railway rising to Allahabad, in the northern
part of the peninsula. In short, these are the principal
points of the route of the Great Indian Peninsular Railway.
Leaving the island of Bombay, it crosses Salcette, touches
the mainland opposite Tannah, crosses the chain of the
Western Ghauts, runs to the north-east as far as Burham-
pour, goes through the nearly independent territory of
Bundelcund, rises as far as Allahabad, turns toward the
east, meets the Ganges at Benares, turns slightly aside, and
descending again to the south-east by Burdivan and the
French town of Chandernagor, it reaches the end of the
route at Calcutta.
It was half past four p. ~r. that the passengers of the
"Mongolia" had landed in Bombay, and the train for







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Calcutta would leave at precisely eight o'clock. Mr. Fogg
then took leave of his partners, left the steamer, gave his
servant directions for some purchases, recommended him
expressly to be at the station before eight o'clock, and with
his regular step, which beat the second like the pendulum
of an astronomical clock, he turned his steps toward the
passport office. He did not think of looking at any of the
wonders of Bombay, neither the city hall, nor the magnifi-
cent library, nor the forts, nor the docks, nor the cotton
market, nor the shops, nor the mosques, nor the syna-
gogues, nor the Armenian churches, nor the splendid
pagoda of Malebar Hill adorned with two polygonal towers.
He would not contemplate either the masterpieces of Ele-
phanta, or its mysterious hypogea, concealed in the south-
east of the harbor, or the Kanherian grottoes of the island
of Salcette, those splendid remains of Buddhist architect-
ure! No, nothing of that for him. After leaving the
passport office, Phileas Fogg quietly repaired to the station,
and there had dinner served. Among other dishes, the
landlord thought he ought to recommend to him a certain
giblet of ".native rabbit," of which he spoke in the high-
est terms. Phileas Fogg accepted the giblet and tasted it
conscientiously; but in spite of the spiced sauce he found
it detestable. He rang for the landlord.
Sir," he said, looking at him steadily, is that rab-
bit?"
Yes, my lord," replied the rogue, boldly, the rabbit
of the jungles."
And that rabbit did not mew when it was killed?"
"Mew!-oh, my lord! a rabbit! I swear to you-"
Landlord," replied Mr. Fogg, coolly, don't swear,
and recollect this: in former times, in India, cats were con-
sidered sacred animals. That was a good time.
For the cats my lord?"
And perhaps also for the travelers!"
After this observation Mr. Fogg went on quietly with his
dinner.
A few minutes after Mr. Fogg, the detective, Fix, also
landed from the Mongolia," and hastened to the com-
missioner of police in Bombay. He made himself known
in his capacity as detective, the mission with which he was
charged, his position toward the robber. Had a warrant
of arrest been received from London? They had received







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nothing. And, in fact, the warrant, leaving after Fogg,
could not have arrived yet.
Fix was very much out of countenance. He wished to
obtain from the commissioner an order for the arrest of
this gentleman Fogg. The director refused. The affair
concerned the metropolitan government, and it alone could
legally deliver a warrant. This strictness of principles,
this rigorous observance of legality is easily explained with
the English manners, which, in the matter of personal lib-
erty, does not allow anything arbitrary. Fix did not per--
sist, and understood that he would have to be resigned to
waiting for his warrant. But he resolved not to lose sight
of his mysterious rogue while he remained in Bombay.
He did not doubt that Phileas Fogg would stop there-and,
as we know, it was also Passepartout's conviction-which
would give the warrant of arrest the time to arrive.
But after the last orders which his master had given him
on leaving the Mongolia," Passepartout had understood
very well that it would be the same with Bombay as with
Suez and Paris, that the journey would not stop here, that
it would be continued at least as far as Calcutta, and per-
haps further. And he began to ask himself if, after all,
this bet of Mr. Fogg was not really serious, and if a fatal-
ity was not dragging him, he who wished to live at rest, to
accomplish the tour of the world in eighty days! While
waiting, and after having obtained some shirts and shoes,
he took a walk through the streets of Bombay. There
was a great crowd of people there, and among the Euro-
peans of all nationalities, Persians with pointed caps, Bun-
yas with round turbans, Siudes with square caps, Arme-
nians in long robes, Parsees in black miters. A festival was
just being held by the Parsees, the direct descendants of
the followers of Zoroaster, who are the most industrious,
the most civilized, the most intelligent, the most austere
of the Hindoos-a race to which now belong the rich native
merchants of Bombay. Upon this day they were celebrat-
ing a sort of religious carnival, with processions and amuse-
ments, in which figured dancing girls dressed in rose-
colored gauze embroidered with gold and silver, who danced
wonderfully and with perfect decency to the sound of viols
and tam-tams.
It is superfluous to insist here whether Passepartout looked
at these curious ceremonies, whether his eyes and ears were







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stretched wide open to see and hear, whether his entire
appearance was that of the freshest greenhorn that can be
imagined. Unfortunately for himself and his master,
whose journey he ran the risk of interrupting, his curiosity
dragged him further than was proper.
In fact, after having looked at this Parsee carnival,
Passepartout turned toward the station. When passing the
splendid pagoda on Malebar Hill he took the unfortunate
notion to visit its interior. He was ignorant of two things:
First, that the entrance into certain Hindoo pagodas is
formally forbidden to Christians, and next, that the believ-
ers themselves can not enter there without having left their
shoes at the door. It must be remarked here that the En-
glish Government, for sound political reasons, respecting
and causing to be respected in its most insignificant details
the religion of the country, punishes severely whoever vio-
lates its practices. Passepartout having gone in, without
thinking of doing wrong, like a simple traveler, was ad-
miring in the interior the dazzling glare of the Brahmin
ornamentation, when he was suddenly thrown down on the
sacred floor. Three priests, with furious looks, rushed
upon him, tore off his shoes and stockings, and commenced
to beat him, uttering savage cries. The Frenchman, vig-
orous and agile, rose again quickly. With a blow of his
fist and a kick he upset two of his adversaries, very much
hampered by their long robes, and rushing out of the
pagoda with all the quickness of his legs, he had soon dis-
tanced the third Hindoo, who had followed him closely, by
mingling with the crowd.
At five minutes of eight, just a few minutes before the
leaving of the train, hatless and barefoot, having lost in
the scuffle the bundle containing his purchases, Passepar-
tout arrived at the railway station. Fix was on the wharf.
Having followed Mr. Fogg to the station, he understood
that the rogue was going to leave Bombay. His mind was
immediately made up to accompany him to Calcutta, and
further, if it was necessary. Passepartout did not see Fix,
who was standing in a dark place, but Fix heard him tell
his adventures in a few words to his master.
"I hope it will not happen to you again," was all
Philcas Fogg replied, taking a seat in one of the cars of
the train. The poor fellow, barefoot and quite discom-
fited, followed his master without saying a word.







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Fix was going to get in another car, when a thought
stopped him and suddenly modified his plan of departure.
" No, I will remain," he said to himself. A transgres-
sion committed upon Indian territory. I have my man."
At this moment the locomotive gave a vigorous whistle,
and the train disappeared in the darkness.


CHAPTER XI.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG BUYS A CONVEYANCE AT A
FABULOUS PRICE.
THE train had started on time. It carried a certain
number of travelers, some officers, civil officials, and opium
and indigo merchants, whose business called them to the
eastern part of the peninsula.
Passepartout occupied the same compartment as his
master. A third traveler was in the opposite corner.
It was the brigadier-general, Sir Francis Cromarty, one
of the partners of Mr. Fogg during the trip from Suez to
Bombay, who was rejoining his troops stationed near
Benares.
Sir Francis Cromarty, tall, fair, about fifty years old,
who had distinguished himself highly during the last revolt
of the Sepoys, had truly deserved to be called a native.
From his youth he had lived in India, and had only been
occasionally in the country of his birth. He was a well-
posted man, who would have been glad to give information
as to the manners, the history, the organization of this In-
dian country if Phileas Fogg had been the man to ask for
such things. But this gentleman was not asking anything.
He was not traveling, he was describing a circumference.
He was a heavy body, traversing an orbit around the ter.
restrial globe according to the laws of rational mechanics.
At this moment he was going over in his mind the calcula-
tions of the hours consumed since his departure from Lon-
don, and he would have rubbed his hands if it had been
in his nature to make a useless movement.
Sir Francis Cromarty had recognized the originality of
his traveling companion, although lie had only studied him
with his cards in his hands, and between two rubbers. He
was ready to ask whether a human heart beat beneath this
cold exterior, whether Phileas Fogg had a soul alive to the







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beauties of nature and to moral aspirations. That was the
question for him. Of all the oddities the general had met,
none were to be compared to this product of the exact
sciences. Phileas Fogg had not kept secret from Sir
Francis Cromarty his plan for a tour around the world, nor
the conditions under which he was carrying it out. The
general saw in this bet only an eccentricity without a use-
ful aim, and which was wanting necessarily in the transire
benefaciendo which ought to guide every reasonable man.
In the manner in which this singular gentleman was mov-
ing on he would evidently be doing nothing, either for
himself or for others.
An hour after having left Bombay, the train, crossing
the viaducts, had left behind the island of Salcette and
reached the mainland. At the station Callyan, it left to
the right the branch which, via Kandallih and Pounah,
descends toward the south-east of India, and reaches the
station Panwell. At this point it became entangled in the
defiles of the Western Ghaut mountains, with bases of
trappe and basalt, whose highest summits are covered with
thick woods.
From time to time Sir Francis Cromarty and Phileas
Fogg exchanged a few words, and at this moment the gen-
eral, recommencing a conversation which frequently lagged,
said:
A few years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have experienced
at this point a delay which would have probably interrupted
your journey."
Why so, Sir Francis?"
Because the railway stopped at the base of these mount-
ains, which had to be crossed in a palanquin or on a
pony's back as far as the station of Kandallah, on the op-
posite slope."
That delay would not have deranged my programme,"
replied Mr. Fogg. 1 would have foreseen the probability
of certain obstacles."
"But, Mr. Fogg," replied the general, "you are in
danger of having a bad business on your hands with this
young man's adventure."
Passepartout, with his feet wrapped up in his cloak, was
sleeping soundly, and did not dream that they were talk-
ing about him.
The English Government is extremely severe, and







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rightly, for this kind of trespass," replied Sir Francis
Cromarty. It insists, above all things, that the religious
customs of the Hindoos shall be respected, and if your
servant had been taken-"
Yes, if he had been taken, Sir Francis," replied Mr.
Fogg, he would have been sentenced, he would have un-
dergone his punishment, and then he would have quietly
returned to Europe. I do not see how this matter could
have delayed his master!"
And, thereupon, the conversation stopped again. Dur-
ing the night the train crossed the Ghauts, passed on to
Nassik, and the next day, the 21st of October, it was hur-
rying across a comparatively flat country formed by the
Khatdeish territory. The country, well cultivated, was
strewn with small villages, above which the minaret of the
pagoda took the place of the steeple of the European church.
Numerous small streams, principally tributaries of the
Godavery, irrigated this fertile country. Passepartout
having waked up, looked around, and could not believe
that he was crossing the country of the Hindoos in a train
of the Great Peninsular Railway. It appeared improbable
to him. And yet there was nothing more real! The loco-
motive, guided by the arm of an English engineer and heated
with English coal, was puffing out its smoke over planta-
tions of cotton-trees, coffee, nutmeg, clove and red pepper.
The steam twisted itself into spirals about groups of palms,
between which appeared picturesque bungalows, a few
viharis (a sort of abandoned monasteries), and wonderful
temples enriched by the inexhaustible ornament of Indian
architecture. Then immense reaches of country stretched
out of sight, jungles, in which were not wanting snakes and
tigers whom the noise of the train did not frighten, and
finally forests cut through by the route of the road, still the
haunt of elephants, which, with a pensive eye, looked at
the train as it passed so rapidly,
During the morning, beyond the station of Malligaum,
the travelers traversed that fatal territory which was so
frequently drenched with blood by the sectaries of the God-
dess Kali. Not far off rose Ellora and its splendid pagodas,
and the celebrated Aurungabad, the capital of the ferocious
Aureng-Zeb, now simply the principal place of one of the
provinces detached from the kingdom of Nizam. It was
over this country that Feringhea, the chief of the Thugs,







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the king of stranglers, exercised his dominion. These as-
sasins, united in an association that could not be reached,
strangled, in honor of the goddess of death, victims of every
age, without ever shedding blood, and there was a time
when the ground could not be dug up anywhere in this
neighborhood without finding a corpse. The English Gov-
ernment has been able, in great part, to prevent these mur-
ders, but the horrible organization exists yet, and carries on
its operations.
At half past twelve the train stopped at the station at
Burhampour, and Passepartout was able to obtain for gold
a pair of Indian slippers, ornamented with false pearls,
which he put on with an evident show of vanity. The trav-
elers took a hasty breakfast, and started again for Assur-
ghur after having for a moment stopped upon the shore of
the Tapty, a small river emptying into the Gulf of Cambay,
near Surat.
It is opportune to mention the thoughts with which
Passepartout was busied. Until his arrival at Bombay he
had thought that matters would go no further. But now
that he was hurrying at full speed across India, his mind had
undergone a change. His natural feelings came back to
him with a rush. He felt again the fanciful ideas of his
youth, he took seriously his master's plans, he believed in
the reality of the bet, and consequently in this tour of the
world, and in this maximum of time which could not be
exceeded. Already he was disturbed at the possible delays,
the accidents which might occur upon the route. He felt
interested in the wager, and trembled at the thought that
he might have compromised it the evening before by his un-
pardonable foolishness, so that, much less phlegmatic than
Mr. Fogg, he was much more uneasy. He counted and
recounted the days that had passed, cursed the stopping of
the-train, accused it of slowness, and blamed Mr. Fogg in
jtto for not having promised a reward to the engineer.
The good fellow did not know that what was possible upon
a steamer was not on a railway train, whose speed is regu-
lated.
Toward evening they entered the defiles of the mountains
of Sutpour, which separate the territory of Khandeish from
that of Bundelcund.
The next day, the 22d of October, Passepartout, having
consulted his watch, replied to a question of Sir Francis







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Cromarty that it was three o'clock in the morning. In fact,
this famous watch, always regulated by the meridian of
Greenwich, which is nearly seventy-seven degrees west,
ought to be, and was, four hours slow.
Sir Francis then corrected the hour given by Passepar-
tout, and added the same remark that the latter had already
heard from Fix. He tried to make him understand that
he ought to regulate his watch on each new meridian, and
that since he was constantly toward the east-that is, in the
face of the sun-the days were shorter by as many times
four minutes as he had crossed degrees. It was useless.
Whether the stubborn fellow had understood the remarks
of the general or not, he persisted in not putting his watch
ahead, which he kept always at London time. An inno-
cent madness at any rate which could hurt no one.
At eight o'clock in the morning, and fifteen miles before
they reached Rothal, the train stopped in the midst of an
immense opening, on the edge of which were some bun-
galows and workmen's huts. The conductor of the train
passed along the cars calling out, The passengers will get
out here!"
Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty, who ap-
peared not to understand this stop in the midst of a forest of
tamarinds and acacias.. Passepartout, not less surprised,
rushed on to the tak and returned almost immediately,
crying: Monsie ir,-o more railway!"
What do you mean?" asked Sir Francis Cromarty.
I mean that the train goes no further."
The brigadier-general immediately got out of the car.
Phileas Fogg, in no hurry, followed him. Both spoke to
he conductor.
Where are we?" asked Sir Francis Cromarty.
"At the hamlet of Kholby," replied the conductor.
We stop here?"
Without doubt. The railway is not finished-"
"How! It is not finished?"
No. There is still a section of fifty miles to construct
between this point and Allahabad, where the track com-
mences again."
But the papers have announced the opening of the en-
tire line."
"But, general, the papers were mistaken."
And you give tickets from Bombay to Calcutta!" re-







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plied Sir Francis Cromarty, who was beginning to be ex-
cited.
Of course," replied the conductor; but travelers
know very well that they have to be otherwise transporteul
from Kholby to Allahabad."
Sir Francis Cromarty was furious. Passepartout would
have willingly knocked the conductor down, who could not
help himself. He did not dare look at his master.
Sir Francis," said Mr. Fogg, simply, we will go, if
you will be kind enough, to see about some way of reaching
Allahabad."
Mr. Fogg, this is a delay absolutely prejudicial to your
interests."
No, Sir Francis, it was provided for."
What, did you know that the railway-"
By no means, but 1 knew that some obstacle or other
would occur sooner or later upon my route. Now noth-
ing is interfered with. I have gained two days which 1 can
afford to lose. A steamer leaves Calcutta for Hong Kong
at noon on the 25th. This is only the 23d, and we shall
arrive at Calcutta in time."
Nothing could be said in reply to such complete cer-
tainty.
It was only too true that the finished portion of the rail-
way stopped at this point. The newspapers are like certain
watches which have a mania of getting ahead of time, and
they had announced the finishing of the line prematurely.
The most of the passengers knew of this break in the line,
and descending from the train they examined the vehicles
of all sorts in the village, four-wheeled palkigharis, cars
drawn by zebus-a sort of ox with humps-traveling cars
resembling walking pagodas, palanquins, ponies, etc. Mr.
Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after having hunted
through the entire village, returned without having found
anything.
I shall go on foot," said Mr. Fogg.
Passepartout, who had then rejoined his master, ma.a
significant grimace, looking down at his magnificent but
delicate slippers. Very fortunately, he had also been
hunting for something, and hesitating a little, he said:
Monsieur, 1 believe 1 have found, a means of convey-
ance."
What?"







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An elephant belonging to an Indian living a hundred
steps from here."
Let us go to see the elephant," replied Mr. Fogg.
Five minutes later, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty,
and Passepartout arrived at a hut which was against an
inclosure of high palisades. In the hut there was an In-
dian, and in the inclosure an elephant. Upon their de-
mand, the Indian took Mr. Fogg and his two companions
into the inclosure.
They found there a half-tamed animal, which his owner
was raising, not to hire out, but as a beast of combat. To
this end he had commenced to modify the naturally mild
character of the animal in a manner to lead him gradually
to that paroxysm of rage called mutsh in the Hindoo
language, and that by feeding him for three months with
sugar and butter. This treatment may not seem the proper
one to obtain such a result, but it is none the less employed
with success by their keepers.
Kiouni, the animal's name, could, like all his fellows, go
rapidly on a long march, and in default of other convey-
ance Phileas Fogg determined to employ him. But ele-
phants are very expensive in India, where they are beginning
to get scarce. The males, which alone are fit for circus
feats, are very much sought for. These animals are rarely
reproduced when they are reduced to the tame state, so
that they can be obtained only by hunting. So they are
an object of extreme care, and when Mr. Fogg asked the
Indian if he would hire him his elephant he flatly refused.
Fogg persisted and offered an excessive price for the ani-
mal, ten pounds per hour. Refused. Twenty pounds.
Still refused. Forty pounds. Refused again. Passepar-
tout jumped at every advance in price. But the Indian
would not be tempted. The sum was a handsome one,
however. Admitting the elephant to be employee fifteen
hours to reach Allahabad, it was six hundred pounds earned
for its owner.
Phileas Fogg, without being at all excited, proposed then
to the Indian to buy his animal, and offered him at first
one thousand pounds. The Indian would not sell! Per-
haps the rogue scented a-large transaction.
Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside and begged
him to reflect before going further. Phileas Fogg replied
to his companion that he was not in the habit of acting







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without reflection, that a bet of twenty thousand pounds
was at-stake, that this elephant was necessary to him, and
that, should he pay twenty times his value, he would have
this elephant.
Mr. Fogg went again for the Indian, whose small eyes,
lighted up with greed, showed that with him it was only a
question of price. Phileas Fogg offered successively twelve
hundred, fifteen hundred, eighteen hundred, and finally
two thousand pounds. Passepartout, so rosy ordinarily,
was pale with emotion.
At two thousand pounds the Indian gave up.
By my slippers," cried Passepartout, here is a mag-
nificent price for elephant meat!"
The business concluded, all that was necessary was to
find a guide. That was easier. A young Parsee, with an
intelligent face, offered his services. Mr. Fogg accepted
him and offered him a large reward to sharpen his wits.
The elephant was brought out and equipped without delay.
The Parsee understood perfectly the business of ma-
hout," or elephant driver. He covered with a sort of sad-
dle cloth the back of the elephant, and put on each flank
two kinds of rather uncomfortable howdahs.
Phileas Fogg paid the Indian in bank-notes taken from
the famous carpet-bag. It seemed as if they were taken
from Passepartout's very vitals. Then Mr. Fogg offered
to Sir Francis Oromarty to convey him to Allahabad. The
general accepted; one passenger more was not enough to
tire this enormous animal. Some provisions were bought
at Kholby. Sir Francis Cromarty took a seat in one of the
howdahs, Phileas Fogg in the other. Passepartout got
astride the animal, between his master and the brigadier-
general. The Parsee perched upon the elephant's neck,
and at nine o'clock the animal, leaving the village, pene-
trated the thick forest of palm-trees.


CHAPTER XII.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE
THROUGH THE FORESTS OF INDIA, AND WHAT
FOLLOWS.
THE guide, in order to shorten the distance to be gone
over, left to his right the line of the road, the construc-







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tion of which was still in progress. This line, very
crooked, owing to the capricious ramifications of the
Vindhia mountains, did not follow the shortest route,
which it was Phileas Fogg's interest to take. The Par-
see, very familiar with the roads and paths of the country,
thought to gain twenty miles by cutting through the for-
est, and they submitted to him.
Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to
their necks in their howdahs, were much shaken up by
the rough trot of the elephant, whom his mahout urged
into a rapid gait. But they bore it with the peculiar
British apathy, talking very little, and scarcely seeing each
other.
As for Passepartout, perched upon the animal's back,
and directly subjected to the swaying from side to side,
he took care, upon his master's recommendation, not to
keep his tongue between his teeth, as it would have been
cut short off. The good fellow, at one time thrown for-
ward on the elephant's neck, at another thrown back
upon his rump, was making leaps like a clown on a
spring-board. But he joked and laughed in the midst of
his somersaults, and from time to time he would take from
his bag a lump of sugar, which the intelligent Kiouni
took with the end of his trunk, without interrupting for
an instant his regular trot.
After two hours' march the guide stopped the elephant
and gave him an hour's rest. The animal devoured branches
of trees and shrubs, first having quenched his thirst at a
neighboring pond. Sir Francis Cromarty did not com-
plain of this halt. He was worn out. Mr. Fogg ap-
peared as if he had just got out of bed.
"But he is made of iron!" said the brigadier-general,
looking at him with admiration.
"Of wrought iron," replied Passepartout, who was
busy preparing a hasty breakfast.
At noon the guide gave the signal for starting. The
country soon assumed a very wild aspect. To the large
forests there succeeded copses of tamarinds and dwarf
palms, then vast, arid plains bristling with scanty shrubs
and strewn with large blocks of syenites. All this part of
upper Bundelcund, very little visited by travelers, is in-
habited by a fanatical population hardened in the most
terrible practices of the Hindoo religion. The government







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of tne English could not have been regularly established
over a territory subject to the influence of the rajahs,
whom it would have been difficult to reach in their inac-
cessible retreats in the Vindhias.
They were descending the last declivities of the Vind-
hias. Kiouni had resumed his rapid gait. Toward
noon the guide went round the village of Kallenger, situ-
ated on the Cani, one of the tributaries of the Ganges.
He always avoided inhabited places, feeling himself safer
in those desert open stretches of country which mark the
first depressions of the basin of the great river. Allahabad
was not twelve miles to the north-east. Halt was made
under a clump of banana-trees, whose fruit, as healthy as
bread, as succulent as cream," travelers say, was very
much appreciated.
At two o'clock the guide entered the shelter of a thick
forest, which he had to traverse for a space of several
miles. He preferred to travel thus under cover of the
woods. At all events, up to this moment there had been
no unpleasant meeting, and it seemed as if the journey
would be accomplished without accident, when the ele-
phant, showing some signs of uneasiness, suddenly stopped.
; It was then four o'clock.
What is the matter?" asked Sir Francis Cromarty,
raising his head above his howdah.
I do not know, officer," replied the Parsee, listening
to a confused murmur which came through the thick
branches.
A few moments after this murmur became more defined.
It might have been called a concert, still very distant, of
human voices and brass instruments.
Passepartout was all eyes, all ears. Mr. Fogg waited
patiently, without uttering a word.
The Parsee jumped down, fastened the elephant to a tree,
and plunged into the thickest of the undergrowth. A few
minutes later he returned, saying:
A Brahmin procession coming this way. If it is pos-
sible let us avoid being seen."
The guide unfastened the elephant, and led him into a
thicket, recommending the travelers not to descend. He
held himself ready to mount the elephant quickly, should
flight become necessary. But he thought that the troor







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of the faithful would pass without noticing him, for the
thickness of the foliage entirely concealed him.
The discordant noise of voices and instruments ap-
proached. Monotonous chants were mingled with the
sound of the drums and cymbals. Soon the head of the
procession appeared from under the trees, at fifty paces
from the spot occupied by Mr. Fogg and his companions.
Through the branches they readily distinguished the curi-
ous personnel of this religious ceremony.
In the first line were the priests, with miters upon their
heads and attired in long robes adorned with gold and sil-
ver lace. They were surrounded by men, women, and
children, who were singing a sort of funereal psalmody, in-
terrupted at regular intervals by the beating of tam-tams
and cymbals. Behind them on a car with large wheels,
whose spokes and felloes represented serpents intertwined,
appeared a hideous statue drawn by two pairs of richly
comparisoned zebus. This statue had four arms, its body
colored with dark red, its eyes haggard, its hair tangled,
its tongue hanging out, its lips colored with henna and
betel. Its neck was encircled by a collar of skulls, around
its waist a girdle of human hands. It was erect upon a
prostrate giant whose head was missing.
Sir Francis Cromarty recognized this statue.
The Goddess Kali," he murmured; the goddess of
love and death"
Of death, 1 grant, but of love, never!" said Passepar-
tout. The ugly old woman!"
The Parsee made him a sign to keep quiet.
Around the statue there was a group of old fakirs, jump-
ing and tossing themselves about convulsively, smeared
with bands of ochre, covered with cross-like cuts, whence
their blood escaped drop by drop-stupid fanatics, who, in
the great Hindoo ceremonies, precipitated themselves un-
der the wheels of the car of Juggernaut.
Behind them some Brahmins, in all the magnificence of
their Oriental costumes, were dragging a woman who could
hardly hold herself erect.
This woman was young, and as fair as a European. Her
head, her neck, her shoulders, her ears, her arms, her
hands, and her toes were loaded down with jewels, neck-
laces, bracelets, ear-rings, and finger-rings. A tunic, em-







54 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
broidered with gold, covered with a light muslin, displayed
the outlines of her form.
Behind this young woman-a violent contrast for the eyes
-were guards armed with naked sabers fastened to their
girdles, and long damaskened pistols, carrying a corpse
upon a palanquin.
It was the body of an old man, dressed in the rich gar-
ments of a rajah, having, as in life, his turban embroidered
with pearls, his robe woven of silk and gold, his sash of
cashmere ornamented with diamonds, and his magnificent
arms as an Indian prince.
Then musicians and a rear-guard of fanatics, whose cries
sometimes drowned the deafening noise of the instruments,
closed up the cortege.
Sir Francis Cromarty looked at all this pomp with a sin-
gularly sad air, and turning to the guide, he said:
"A suttee!"
The Parsee made an affirmative sign and put his fingers
on his lips. The long procession slowly came out from the
trees, and soon the last of it disappeared in the depths of
the forest.
Little by little the chanting died out. There was still
the sound of distant cries, and finally a profound silence
succeeded all this tumult.
Phileas Fogg had heard the word uttered by Sir Francis
Cromarty, and as soon as the procession had disappeared
he asked:
What is a suttee?"
A suttee, Mr. Fogg," replied the brigadier-general, is
a human sacrifice, but a voluntary sacrifice. The woman
that you have just seen will be burned to-morrow in the
early part of the day."
Oh, the villains!" cried Passepartout, who could not
prevent this cry of indignation.
And this corpse?" asked Mr. Fogg.
It is that of the prince, her husband," replied the
guide, an independent rajah of the Bundelcund."
How," replied Phileas Fogg, without his voice betray-
ing the least emotion, do these barbarous customs still
exist in India, and have not the English been able to extir-
pate them?"
In the largest part of India," replied Sir Francis Cro-
niarty, these sacrifices do not come to pass; but we have







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no influence over these wild countries, and particularly over
this territory of Bundelcund. All the northern slope of
the Vindhias is the scene of murders and incessant rob-
beries."
The unfortunate woman," murmured Passepartout,
"burned alive!"
Yes," replied the general, burned, and if she was not
you would not believe to what a miserable condition she
would be reduced by her near relatives. They would shave
her hair; they would scarcely feed her with a few hand-
fuls of rice; they would repulse her; she would be consid-
ered as an unclean creature, and would die in some corner
like a sick dog. So that the prospect of this frightful ex-
istence frequently drives these unfortunates to the sacrifice
much more than love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes,
however, the sacrifice is really voluntary and the energetic
intervention of the government is necessary to prevent it.
Some years ago I was living at Bombay when a young
widow came to the governor to ask his authority for her
to be burned with the body of her husband. As you may
think, the governor refused. Then the widow left the city,
took refuge with an independent rajah, and there she ac-
complished.the sacrifice."
During the narrative of the general, the guide shook
his head, and when he was through, said:
"The sacrifice which takes place to-morrow is not vol-
untary."
How do you know?"
It is a story which everybody in Bundelcund knows,"
replied the guide.
But this unfortunate did not seem to make any resist-
ance," remarked Sir Francis Cromarty.
"Because she was intoxicated with the fumes-of hemp
and opium."
But where are they taking her?"
To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here. There
she will pass the night in waiting for the sacrifice."
And this sacrifice will take place?"
At the first appearance of day."
After this answer the guide brought the elephant out of
the dense thicket, and jumped on his neck. But at the
moment that he was going to start him off by a peculiar







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whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him, and addressing Sir Fran-
cis Cromarty, said: If we could save this woman!"
Save this woman, Mr. Fogg!" cried the brigadier-gen-
eral.
I have still twelve hours to spare. 1 can devote them
to her."
Why, you are a man of heart!" said Sir Francis Cro-
marty.
Sometimes," replied Phileas Fogg simply, when I
have time."


CHAPTER XIII.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT PROVES AGAIN THAT FORTUNE
SMILES UPON THE BOLD.
THE design was bold, full of difficulties, perhaps im-
practicable. Mr. Fogg was going to risk his life, or at
least his liberty, and consequently the success of his plans,
but he did not hesitate. He found, besides, a decided ally
in Sir Francis Cromarty.
As to Passepartout, he was ready and could be depended
upon. His master's idea excited him. He felt that there
was a heart and soul under this icy covering. He almost
loved Phileas Fogg.
Then there was the guide. What part would he take in
the matter? Would he not be with the Indians? In de-
fault of his aid, it was at least necessary to be sure of his
neutrality.
Sir Francis Cromarty put the question to him frankly.
Officer," replied the guide, I am a Parsee, and that
woman is a Parsee. Make use of me."
Very well, guide," replied Mr. Fogg.
However, do you know," replied the Parsee, that
we not only risk our lives, but horrible punishments if we
are taken? So see."
That is seen," replied Mr. Fogg. I think that we
shall have to wait for the night to act?"
1 think so too," replied the guide.
The brave Hindoo then gave some details as to the vic-
tim. She was an Indian of celebrated beauty, of the Parsee
race, the daughter of a rich merchant of Bombay. She
had received in that city an absolutely English education,







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and from her manners and cultivation she would have been
thought a European. Her name was Aouda.
An orphan, she was married against her will to this old
rajah of Bundelcund. Three months after she was a
widow. Knowing the fate that awaited her, she fled, was
retaken immediately, and the relatives of the rajah, who
had an interest in her death, devoted her to this sacrifice
from which it seemed she could not escape.
This narrative could only strengthen Mr. Fogg and his
companions in their generous resolution. It was decided
that the guide should turn the elephant toward the pagoda
of Pillaji, which he should approach as near as possible.
A half hour afterward a halt was made under a thick
clump of trees, five hundred paces from the pagoda, which
they could not see, but they heard distinctly the yelling of
the fanatics.
The means of reaching the victim was then discussed.
The guide was acquainted with the pagoda, in which he as-
serted that the young woman was imprisoned. Could they
enter by one of the doors, when the whole band was
plunged in the sleep of drunkenness, or would they have
to make a hole through the wall? This could be decided
only at the moment and the place. But there could be no
doubt that the abduction must be accomplished this very
night, and not when, daylight arrived, the victim would
be led to the sacrifice. Then no human intervention could
save her.
Mr. Fogg and his companions waited for night. As soon
as the shadows fell, toward six o'clock in the evening, they
determined to make a reconnaissance around the pagoda.
The last cries of the fakirs had died out. According to
their customs, these Indians were plunged in the heavy in-
toxication of bang," liquid opium mixed with an infu-
sion of hemp, and it would perhaps be possible to slip in
between them to the temple.
The Parsee guiding, Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty,
and Passepartout advanced noiselessly through the forest.
After ten minutes' creeping under the branches, they
arrived on the edge of a small river, and there by the light
of iron torches at the end of which was burning pitch, they
saw a pile of wood. It was the funeral pile, made of costly
sandal wood, and already saturated with perfumed oil. On
its upper part the embalmed body of the rajah was rest-







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ing, which was to be burned at the same time as his widow.
At one hundred paces from this pile rose the pagoda whose
minarets in the darkness pierced the tops of the trees.
Come!" said the guide, in a low voice.
Soon the guide stopped at the end of a clearing lighted
up by a few torches. The ground was covered with groups
of sleepers heavy with drunkenness.
In the background, among the trees, the temple of
Pillaji stood out indistinctly. But to the great disappoint-
ment of the guide, the guards of the rajahs, lighted by
smoky torches, were watching at the doors, and pacing up
and down with drawn sabers. Phileas Fogg and Sir Fran-
cis Cromarty understood as well as himself that they could
attempt nothing on this side. They stopped and talked in
a low tone.
Let us wait," said the brigadier-general, "it is not
eight o'clock yet, and it is possible that these guards may
succumb to sleep."
That is possible, indeed," replied the Parsee.
Phileas Fogg and his companions stretched themselves
out at the foot of a tree and waited.
They waited thus until midnight. The situation did not
change. The same watching outside. It was evident that
they could not count on the drowsiness of the guards.
After a final conversation, the guide said he was ready
to start. Mr. Fogg, Sir Francis, and Passepartout fol-
lowed him. They made a pretty long detour, so as to
reach the pagoda by the rear.
About a half hour past midnight they arrived at the foot
of the walls without having met any one. No watch had
been established on this side, but windows and doors were
entirely wanting.
But it was not sufficient to reach the foot of the walls, it
was necessary to make an opening there. For this opera-
tion Phileas Fogg and his companions had nothing at all
but their pocket-knives. Fortunately, the temple walls
were composed of a mixture of bricks and wood, which
could not be difficult to make a hole through. The first
brick once taken out, the others would easily follow.
They went at it, making as little noise as possible. The
Parsee, from one side, and Passepartout, from the other,
worked to unfasten the bricks, so as to get an opening two
feet wide.







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The work was progressing, but-unfortunate mischance
-some guards showed themselves at the rear of the pagoda,
and established themselves there so as to hinder an ap-
proach.
It would be difficult to describe the disappointment of
these four men, stopped in their work.
What can we do but leave?" asked the general, in a
low voice.
We can only leave," replied the guide.
Wait," said Fogg. It will do if I reach Allahabad
to-morrow before noon."
But what hope have you?" replied Sir Francis
Cromarty. It will soon be daylight, and-"
The chance which escapes us now may return at the
last moment."
The general would have liked to read Phileas Fogg's
eyes.
What was this cold-blooded Englishman counting on?
Would he, at the moment of the sacrifice, rush toward the
young woman, and openly tear her from her murderers?
That would have been madness, and how could it be ad-
mitted that this man was mad to this degree? Neverthe-
less, Sir Francis Cromarty consented to wait until the
denouement of this terrible scene. However, the guide did
not leave his companions at the spot where they had hid,
and he took them back to the foreground of the clearing.
There, sheltered by a clump of trees, they could watch the
sleeping groups.
In the meantime Passepartout, perched upon the lower
branches of a tree, was meditating an idea which had first
crossed his mind like a flash, and which finally imbedded
itself in his brain.
He had commenced by saying to himself, What mad-
ness!" and now he repeated, Why not, after all? It is
a chance, perhaps the only one, and with such brutes-"
At all events, Passepartout did not put his thought into
any other-shape, but he was not slow in sliding down, with
the ease of a snake, on the lower branches of the tree, the
end of which bent toward the ground.
The hours were passing, and soon a few less somber
shades announced the approach of day. But the darkness
was still great.
It was the time fixed. It was like a resurrection in this







60 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
slumbering crowd. The groups wakened up. The beat.
ing of tam-tams sounded, songs and cries burst out anew.
The hour had come in which the unfortunate was to die.
The doors of the pagoda were now opened. A more in-
tense light came from the interior. Mr. Fogg and Sir
Francis could see the victim, all lighted up, whom two
priests were dragging to the outside. It seemed to them
that, shaking off the drowsiness of intoxication by the
highest instincts of self-preservation, the unfortunate
woman was trying to escape from her executioners. Sir
Francis's heart throbbed violently, and with a convulsive
movement seizing Phileas Fogg's hand, he felt that it held
an open knife.
At this moment the crowd was agitated. The young
woman had fallen again into the stupor produced by the
fumes of the hemp. She passed between the fakirs, who
escorted her with their religious cries.
Phileas Fogg and his companions followed her, mingling
with the rear ranks of the crowd.
Two minutes after they arrived at the edge of the river,
and stopped less than fifty paces from the funeral pile,
upon which was lying the rajah's body. In the semi-ob-
scurity they saw the victim, motionless, stretched near her
husband's corpse.
Then a torch was brought, and the wood, impregnated
with oil, soon took fire.
At this moment Sir Francis Cromarty and the guide
held back Phileas Fogg, who in an impulse of generous
madness was going to rush toward the pile.
But Phileas Fogg had already pushed them back, when
the scene changed suddenly. A cry of terror arose. The
whole crowd, frightened, cast themselves upon the ground.
The old rajah was not dead, then; he was seen suddenly
rising upright, like a phantom, raising the young woman
in his arms, descending from the pile in the midst of the
clouds of smoke which gave him a spectral appearance.
The fakirs, the priests, overwhelmed with a sudden fear,
were prostrate, their faces to the ground, not daring to
raise their eyes, and look at such a miracle!
The inanimate victim was held by the vigorous arms
carrying her without seeming to be much of a weight.
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis had remained standing. The







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Parsee had bowed his head, and Passepartout, without
doubt, was not less stupefied.
The resuscitated man came near the spot where Mr.
Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty were, and said, shortly:
Let us be off."
It was Passepartout himself who had slipped to the pile
in the midst of the thick smoke. It was Passepartout
who, profiting by the great darkness still prevailing, had
rescued the young woman from death. It was Passepar-
tout who, playing his part with the boldest good luck, passed
out in the midst of the general fright.
An instant after the four disappeared in the woods, and
the elephant took them onward with a rapid trot. But
cries, shouts, and even a ball, piercing Phileas Fogg's hat,
apprised them that the stratagem had been discovered.
Indeed, on the burning pile still lay the body of the old
rajah. The priests, recovered from their fright, learned
that the abduction had taken place.
They immediately rushed into the forest. The guards
followed them. Shots were fired; but the abductors fled
rapidly, and in a few moments they were out of range of
balls or arrows.

CHAPTER XIV.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE ENTIRE SPLEN-
DID VALLEY OF THE GANGS WITHOUT EVER THINK-
ING OF LOOKING AT IT.
THE bold abduction had succeeded. An hour after
Passeparfout was still laughing at his success. Sir Francis
Cromarty grasped the hand of the brave fellow. His mas-
ter said to him, Good," which in that gentleman's mouth
was equivalent to high praise. To which Passepartout
replied that all the honor of the affair belonged to his mas-
ter. As for himself he had only had a droll idea, and
he laughed in thinking that for a few moments he, Passe-
partout, the former gymnast, the ex-sergeant of firemen,
had been the widower of a charming woman, an old em-
balmed rajahl
As for the young Indian widow, she had no knowledge
of what had passed. Wrapped up in traveling-cloaks, she
was resting in one of the howdahs.
Meanwhile, the elephant, guided with the greatest cer-







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dainty by the Parsee, moved on rapidly through the still
dark forest. One hour after having left the pagoda of
Pillaji, he shot across an immense plain. At seven o'clock
they halted. The young woman was still in a state of com--
plete prostration. The guide made her drink a few swal-
lows of water and brandy, but the stupefying influence
which overwhelmed her continued for some time longer.
Sir Francis, who knew the effects of intoxication produced
by inhalation of the fumes of hemp, had no uneasiness on
her account.
But if the restoration of the young woman was not a
question in the general's mind, he was not less assured for
the future. He did not hesitate to say to Phileas Fogg
that if Mrs. Aouda remained in India she would inevitably
fall again into the hands of her executioners. These fa-
natics were scattered throughout the entire peninsula, and
notwithstanding the English police, they would certainly
be able to recapture their victim, whether at Madras, at
Bombay, or at Calcutta. And, in support of this remark,
Sir Francis quoted a fact of the same nature which had
recently transpired. According to his view, the young
woman would really not be safe until after leaving India.
Phileas Fogg replied that he would note these remarks
and think them over.
Toward ten o'clock the guide announced the station of
Allahabad. The interrupted line of the railway recom-
menced there, whence trains traverse, in less than a day
and a night, the distance separating Allahabad from Cal-
cutta.
Phileas Fogg ought then to arrive in time to take a
steamer which would not leave until the next day, October
26, at noon, for Hong Kong.
The young woman was placed in a waiting-room of the
station. Passepartout was directed to purchase for her
various articles of dress, such as a robe, shawls, furs, etc.,
whatever he would find. His master opened an unlimited
credit for him.
Passepartout went out immediately and ran through the
streets of the city. Allahabad, that is, the City of God,"
is one of the most venerated of India, on account of its be-
ing built at the junction of two sacred rivers, the Ganges
and the Jumna, whose waters attract pilgrims from the
whole peninsula. It is said also that, according to the







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legends of the Ramayana, the Ganges takes its source in
heaven, whence, thanks to Brahma, it descends upon the
earth.
In making his purchases Passepartout had soon seen the
city, at one time defended by a magnificent fort, which has
become a state prison. There are no more commerce and
no more manufactures in this city formerly a manufactur-
ing and commercial point. Passepartout who vainly
sought a variety shop, such as there was in Regent Street
a few steps off from Farmer & Co., found only at a second-
hand dealer's, an old whimsical Jew, the objects which he
needed-a dress of Scotch stuff, a large mantle, and a
magnificent otter-skin pelisse, for which he did not hesitate
to pay seventy-five pounds. Then, quite triumphant, he
returned to the station.
Mrs. Aouda commenced to revive. The influence to
which the priests of Pillaji had subjected her disappeared
by degrees, and her beautiful eyes resumed all their Indian
softness.
When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms
of the Queen of Ahemhnagara, he thus expresses himself:
Her shining tresses, regularly divided into two parts,
encircle the harmonious outlines of her delicate and white
cheeks, brilliant with their glow and freshness. Her ebony
eyebrows have the form and strength of the bow of Kama,
God of Love; and under her long silken lashes, in the black
pupil of her large limpid eyes, there float, as in the sacred
lakes of the Himalaya, the purest reflections of the celestial
light. Fine, regular, and white, her teeth shine out be-
tween her smiling lips, like dew-drops in the half-closed
bosom of the pomegranate blossom. Her ears, types of
the symmetric curves, her rosy hands, her little feet, curved
and tender as lotus buds, shine with the splendor of the
finest pearls of Ceylon, the most beautiful diamonds of
Golconda. Her delicate and supple waist, which a hand
can clasp, heightens the elegant outline of her rounded
figure, and the wealth of her bosom, where youth in its
prime displays its most perfect treasures, and under the
silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modeled
in pure silver by the divine hand of Vicvarcarma, the im-
mortal sculptor."
But, without all this poetic amplification, it is sufficient
to say that Mrs. Aouda, the widow of the rajah of Bundel-







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cund, was a charming woman in the entire European ac-
ceptation of the phrase. She spoke English with great
purity, and the guide had not exaggerated in asserting that
this young Parsee woman had been transformed by educa-
tion.
Meanwhile the train was about to leave Allahabad. The
Parsee was waiting. Mr. Fogg paid him the compensation
agreed upon, without exceeding it a farthing. -This as-
tonished Passepartout a little, who knew everything that
his master owed to the devotion of the guide. The Parsee,
in fact, had risked his life voluntarily in the affair at Pillaji;
and if, later, the Hindoos should learn it, he would hardly
escape their vengeance.
The question of Kiouni also remained. What would be
done with an elephant bought so dearly?
But Phileas Fogg had already taken a resolution upon
this point.
Parsee," he said to the guide, you have been serv-
iceable and devoted. 1 have paid for your service, but not
for your devotion. Do you wish this elephant? It is
yours."
The eyes of the guide sparkled.
Your honor is giving me a fortune!" he cried.
Accept, guide," replied Mr. Fogg, and I will be yet
your debtor."
"Good!" cried Passepartout. Take him, friendT
Kiouni is a brave and courageous animal."
And going to the brave elephant, he gave him some
lumps of sugar, saying:
Here, Kiouni, here, here!"
The elephant uttered some grunts of satisfaction. Then
taking Passepartout by the waist, and encircling him with
his trunk, be raised him as high as his head. Passepar-
tout, not at all frightened, caressed the animal, who re-
placed him gently on the ground, and to the shaking of the
honest Kiouni's trunk there answered a vigorous shaking
of the good fellow's hand.
A few moments after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cro-
marty, and Passepartout, seated in a comfortable car, the
best seat in which Mrs. Aouda occupied, were running at
full speed toward Benares.
Eighty miles, at the most, separate thi place from Alla-
habad, and they were passed over in two hours.







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During this passage the young woman completely re-
vived; the drowsy fumes of the bang disappeared.
What was her astonishment to find herself on this rail-
way, in this compartment, clothed in European habili-
ments, in the midst of travelers entirely unknown to her.
At first her companions gave her the greatest care, and
revived her with a few drops of liquor; then the brigadier-
general told the story. He dwelt upon the devotion of
Phileas Fogg, who had not hesitated to stake his life to
save her, and upon the denouement of the adventure, due
to the bold imagination of Passepartout.
Mr. Fogg let him go on without saying a word.
Passepartout, quite ashamed, repeated that it was not
worth while."
Mrs. Aouda thanked her deliverers profusely, by her
tears more than by her words. Her beautiful eyes, rather
than her lips, were the interpreters of her gratitude.
Then, her thoughts carrying her back to the scenes of the
suttee, seeing again the Indian country were so many dan-
gers still awaited her, she shuddered with terror.
Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Mrs.
Aouda's mind, and, to reassure her, offered, very coolly,
to take her to Hong Kong, where she might remain until
this affair had died out.
Mrs. Aouda accepted the offer gratefully. At Hong
Kong there resided one of her relatives, a Parsee like her-
self, and one of the principal merchants of that city, which
is entirely English, though occupying a point on the Chi-
nese coast.
At half past twelve, noon, the train stopped at the Ben-
ares station. The Brahmin legends assert that this place
occupies the site of the ancient Casi, which was formerly
suspended in space, between the zenith and the nadir, like
Mohammed's tomb. But at this more material period, Ben-
ares, the Athens of India, in the saying of the Orientals,
was prosaically resting on the earth, and Passepartout could
for an instant see its brick houses, its clay huts, which gave
it a very desolate appearance, without any local color.
Here was where bir Francis Cromarty was going to stop.
The troops which he was rejoining were camping a few
miles to the north of the city. The brigadier-general then
made his adieus to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all possible
success, and expressing the wish that he would recommence
a







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the journey in a less original, but more profitable manner.
Mr. Fogg pressed lightly his companion's fingers. The
parting greetings of Mrs. Aouda were more demonstrative.
She would never forget what she owed Sir Francis Cro-
marty. As for Passepartout, he was honored with a hearty
shake of the hand by the general. Quite affected, he asked
where and when he could be of service to him. Then they
parted.
Leaving Benares, the railway followed in part the valley
of the Ganges. Through the windows of the car, the
weather being quite clear, appeared the varied country of
Behar, mountains covered with verdure, fields of barley,
corn, and wheat, jungles full of green alligators, villages
well kept, forests yet green. A few elephants, and zebus
with large humps, came to bathe in the waters of the sacred
river, and also, notwithstanding the advanced season and
the already cold temperature, bands of Hindoos of both
sexes, who were piously performing their holy ablutions.
These faithful ones, the bitter enemies of Buddhism, are
fervent sectaries of the Brahmin religion, which is incar-
nate in these three persons: Vishnu, the solar deity; Shiva,
the divine personification of the natural forces; and Brah-
ma, the supreme master of priests and legislators. But in
what light would Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu regard this
India, now Britonized," when some steamboat passes,
puffing and disturbing the consecrated waters of the Ganges,
frightening the gulls flying over its surface, the turtles
swarming on its banks, and the faithful stretched along its
shores.
All this panorama passed like a flash, and frequently a
cloud of steam concealed its details from them. The trav-
elers could scarcely see the fort of Chunar, twenty miles to
the south-east of Benares, the old stronghold of the rajahs
of Behar, Ghazepour, and its large rose-water manufac-
tories; the tomb of Lord Cornwallis rising on the left bank
of the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar; Patna, the
great manufacturing and commercial city, where the prin-
cipal opium market in India is held; Monghir, a more than
European town, as English as Manchester or Birmiugham,
famous for its iron foundries, its manufactories of cutlery,
and whose high chimneys cover with a black smoke the
heavens of Brahma-a real fist-blow in the country of
dreams!







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Then night came, and in the midst of the cowlings of
the tigers, the bears, and the wolves, which fled before the
locomotive, the train passed on at full speed, and they saw
nothing of the wonders of Bengal, or Golcouda, or Gour
in ruins, or Mourshedabad, the former capital, or Burd-
wan, or Hougly, or Chandernagar, that French point in
the Indian territory on which Passepartout would have
been proud to see his native flag floating.
Finally, at seven o'clock A. M., Calcutta was reached.
The steamer to leave for Hong Kong did not weigh anchor
until noon. Phileas Fogg had then five hours before him.
According to his journal, this gentleman should arrive in
the capital of India October 25th, twenty-three days after
leaving London, and he arrived there on the stipulated day.
He was neither behind nor ahead of time. Unfortunately,
the two days gained by him between London and Bombay
had been lost, we know how, in this trip across the Indian
peninsula, but it is to be supposed that Phileas Fogg did
not regret them.


CHAPTER XV.
IN WHICH THE BAG WITH THE BANK-NOTES IS RE-
LIEVED OF A FEW THOUSAND POUNDS MORE!
THE train had stopped at the station. Passepartout
first got out of the car, and was followed by Mr. Fogg,
who aided his young companion to descend. Phileas Fogg
counted on going directly to the Hong Kong steamer, in
order to fix Mrs. Aouda here comfortably, whom he did
not wish to leave as long as she was in this country so
dangerous for her.
At the moment that Mr. Fogg was going out of the sta-
tion a policeman approached him and said:
Mr. Phileas Fogg?"
SI am he."
"Is this man your servant?" added the policeman,
pointing to Passepartout.
SYes."
You will both be so kind as to follow me."
Mr. Fogg made no movement indicating any surprise.
This agent was a representative of the law, and for every
Englishman the law is sacred. Passepartout, with his







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French habits, wanted to discuss the matter, but the
policeman touched him with his stick, and Phileas Fogg
made him a sign to obey.
This young lady can accompany us?" asked Mr.
Fogg.
She can," replied the policeman.
The policeman conducted Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and
Passepartout to a palkighari, a sort of four-wheeled
vehicle with four seats, drawn by two horses. They
started. No one spoke during the twenty minutes' ride.
The vehicle first crossed the black town," with its
narrow streets, its huts in which groveled a miscellaneous
population, dirty and ragged; then they passed through
the European town, adorned with brick houses, shaded by
cocoanut-trees, bristling with masts, through which, not-
withstanding the early hour, were driving handsomely
dressed gentlemen in elegant turn-outs.
The pa!kigbari stopped before a dwelling of plain ap-
pearance, but which was not used for private purposes.
The policeman let his prisoners out, for they could, in-
deed, be called thus, and he led them into a room with
grated windows, saying to them:
At half past eight you will appear before Judge
Obadiah."
Then he left, and closed the door.
"See! we are prisoners!" cried Passepartout, drop-
ping into a chair.
Mrs. Aouda, addressing Mr. Fogg immediately, said, in
a voice whose emotion she sought in vain to disguise:
Sir, you must leave me! It is on my account that you
are pursued. It is because you have rescued me."
Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that that
would not be possible. Pursued on account of this suttee
affair! Inadmissible! How would the complainants dare
present themselves? There was a mistake. Mr. Fogg
added that, in any event, he would not abandon the young
woman, and that he would take her to Hong Kong.
But the steamer leaves at noon," remarked Passepar-
tout.
Before noon we will be on board," was the simple re-
ply of the impassible gentleman.
This was so flatly asserted that Passepartout could not
help saying to himself:







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"Parbleu! that is certain! before noon we will be on
board!"
But he was not at all reassured.
At half past eight the door of the room was opened.
The policeman reappeared, and he led the prisoners into
the next room. It was a court-room, and quite a large
crowd, composed of Europeans and natives, already occu-
pied the rear of the room.
Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout were seated on
a bench in front of the seats reserved for the magistrate
and the clerk.
This magistrate, Judge Obadiah, entered almost im-
mediately, followed by the clerk. He was a large, fat
man. He took down a wig hung on a nail and hastily put
it on his head.
The first case," he said.
But putting his hand to his head, he said:
Humph! this is not my wig?"
That's a fact, Mr. Obadiah, it is mine," replied the
clerk.
"My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how do you think that a
judge can give a wise sentence with a clerk's wig?"
An exchange of wigs had been made. During these
preliminaries Passepartout was boiling over with im-
patience, for the hands appeared to him to move terribly
fast over the face of the large clock in the court-room.
The first case," said Judge Obadiah again.
Phileas Fogg!" said Clerk Oysterpuff.
"Here I am," replied Mr. Fogg.
Passepartout!"
Present!" replied Passepartout.
Good!" said Judge Obadiah. For two days, pris,
owners, you have been looked for upon the arrival of all the
trains from Bombay."
But of what are we accused?" cried Passepartout, im-
patiently.
You shall know now," replied the judge.
Sir," said Mr. Fogg, then, 1 am an English citizen,
and have the right-"
"Have you been treated disrespectfully?" asked Mr.
Obadiah.
Not at all."
Very well; let the complainants come in."







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Upon the order of the judge a door was opened, and
three Hindoo priests were led in by a tipstaff.
Well, well," murmured Passepartout; they are the
rascals who were going to burn our young lady!"
The priest stood up before the judge, and the clerk read
in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege, preferred against
Mr. Fogg and his servant, accused of having violated a
place consecrated by the Brahmin religion.
You have heard the charge?" the judge asked Phileas
Fogg.
Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch,
" and I confess it."
"Ah! You confess?"
1 confess, and expect these three priests to confess, in
their turn, what they were going to do at the pagoda of
Pillaji."
The priests looked at each other. They did not seem to
understand the words of the accused.
"Truly!" cried Passepartout, impetuously, "at the
pagoda of Pillaji, where they were going to burn their vic-
tim!"
More stupefaction of the priests, and profound astonish-
ment of Judge Obadiah.
What victim?" he answered. "Burn whom? In the
heart of the city of Bombay?"
Bombay!" cried Passepartout.
Certainly. We are not speaking of the pagoda of
Pillaji, but of the pagoda of Malebar in Bombay."
And as a proof here are the desecrator's shoes," add-
ed the clerk, putting a pair on his desk.
My shoes!" cried Passepartout, who, surprised at the
last charge, could not prevent this involuntary exclama-
tion.
The confusion in the minds of the master and servant
may be imagined. They had forgotten the incident of the
pagoda of Bombay, and that was the very thing which
had brought them before the magistrate in Calcutta.
In fact, Fix understood the advantage that he might get
from this unfortunate affair. Delaying his departure
twelve hours, he had taken counsel with the priests of
Malebar Hill, and had promised them large damages,
knowing very well that the English Government was very
severe upon this kind of trespass; then by the following







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train he had sent them forward on the track of the per-
petrator. But in consequence of the time employed in the
deliverance of the young widow, Fix and the Hindoos
arrived at Calcutta before Phileas Fogg and his servant,
whom the authorities, warned by telegraph, were to arrest
as they got out of the train. The disappointment of Fix
may be judged of when he learned that Phileas Fogg had
not yet arrived in the capital of India. He was compelled
to think that his robber, stopping at one of the stations of
the Peninsula Railway, had taken refuge in the northern
provinces. For twenty-four hours, in the greatest uneasi-
ness, Fix watched for him at the station. What was his
joy then when, this very morning, he saw him get out of
the car, accompanied, it is true, by a young woman whose
presence he could not explain. He immediately sent a
policeman after him; and this is how Mr. Fogg, Passepar-
tout, and the widow of the Rajah of Bundelcund were taken
before Judge Obadiah.
And if Passepartout had been less preoccupied with his
affairs, he would have perceived in a corner of the room the
detective, who followed the discussion with an interest
easy to understand, for at Calcutta, as at Bombay, and as
at Suez, the warrant of arrest was still not at hand.
But Judge Obadiah had taken a note of the confession
escaped from Passepartout, who would have given all he
possessed to recall his imprudent words.
The facts are admitted?" said the judge.
"Admitted," replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.
Inasmuch," continued the judge, as the English
law intends to protect equally and rigorously all the relig-
ions of the people of India, the trespass being admitted by
this man Passepartout, convicted of having violated with
sacrilegious feet the pavement of the pagoda of Malebar
Hill in Bombay, on the 20th day of October, 1 sentence
the said Passepartout to fifteen days' imprisonment, and a
fine of three hundred pounds."
Three hundred pounds!" cried Passepartout, who was
really only alive to the fine.
Silence!" said the tipstaff, in a shrill voice.
And," added Judge Obadiah, inasmuch as it is not
materially proved that there was not a connivance between
the servant and the master, the latter of whom ought to
be held responsible for the acts and gestures of a servant in







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his employ, I detain the said Phileas Fogg and sentence
him to eight days' imprisonment and one hundred and
fifty pounds fine. Clerk, call another case."
Fix, in his corner, experienced an unspeakable satisfac-
tion. Phileas Fogg, detained eight days in Calcutta! It
would be more than time enough for the warrant to arrive.
Passepartout was crushed. This sentence would ruin
his master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, and
all because, in the height of folly, he had gone into that
cursed pagoda!
Phileas Fogg, as much master of himself as if this sen-
tence did not concern him, did not even knit his eyebrows.
But at the moment that the clerk was calling another case,
he rose and said:
I offer bail."
It is your right," replied the judge.
Fix felt a cold shudder down his back, but he recovered
himself again, when he heard the judge, in considera-
tion of the fact of Phileas Fogg and his servant both being
strangers," fix the bail for each at the enormous sum of
one thousand pounds.
It would cost Mr. Fogg two thousand pounds unless he
would be cleared from his sentence.
1 will pay it," said that gentleman.
And he took from the bag which Passepartout carried a
bundle of bank-notes, which he placed on the clerk's desk.
This sum will be returned to you on coming out of
prison," said the judge. In the meantime, you are free
under bail."
Come," said Phileas Fogg to his servant.
But they should at least return me my shoes," cried
Passepartout, with an angry movement.
They returned him his shoes.
These are dear!" he murmured; more than a thou-
sand pounds apiece! Without counting that they pinch
me!"
Passepartout, with a very pitiful look, followed Mr.
Fogg, who had offered his arm to the young woman. Fix
still hoped that his robber would not decide to surrender
this sum of two thousand pounds, and that he would serve
out his ei bt days in prison. He put himself, then, on
Fogg's tracks.
Mr. Fogg took a carriage, into which Mrs. Aouda,







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Passopartout, and he got immediately. Fix ran behind
the carriage, which soon stopped on one of the wharves of
the city.
Half a mile out in the harbor the Rangoon was an-
chored, her sailing flag hoisted to the top of the mast.
Eleven o'clock struck. Mr. Fogg was one hour ahead.
Fix saw him get out of the carriage and embark in a boat
with Mrs. Aouda and his servant. The detective stamped
his foot.
The rascal!" he cried; he is going off! Two thou-
sand pounds sacrificed! Prodigal as a robber! Ah! I will
follow him to the end of the world if it is necessary; but,
at the rate at which he is going, all the stolen money will
be gone."
The detective had good reason for making this remark.
In fact, since he left London, what with traveling ex-
penses, rewards, the elephant purchase, bail, and fines,
hileas Fogg had already scattered more than five thou-
sand pounds on his route, and the percentage of the sum
recovered, promised to the detectives, was constantly
diminishing.


CHAPTER XVI.
IN WHICH FIX HAS NOT THE APPEARANCE OF KNOWING
ANYTHING ABOUT THE MATTERS CONCERNING WHICH
THEY TALK TO HIM.
THE "Rangoon," one of the vessels employed by the
Peninsular and Oriental Company in the Chinese and Japa-
nese seas, was an iron screw steamer of seventeen hun-
dred alid seventy tons, and nominally of four hundred
horse-power. She was equally swift, but not so comforta-
ble as the "Mongolia." Mrs. Aouda was not as well
fixed in her as Phileas Fogg would have desired. But,
after all, it was only a distance of three thousand five hun-
dred miles, and the young woman did not show herself a
troublesome passenger.
During the first few days of the passage Mrs. Aouda be-
came better acquainted with Phileas Fogg. On every occa-
sion she showed him the liveliest gratitude. The phleg-
matic gentleman listened to her, at least in appearance,
with the most extreme indifference, not one tone of his







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voice or gesture betraying in him the slightest emotion.
He saw that she was wanting in nothing. At certain
hours he came regularly, if not to talk with her, at least
to listen to her. He fulfilled toward her the duties of the
strictest politeness, but with the grace and startling effects
of an automaton whose movements had been put together
for that purpose. Mrs. Aouda did not know what to think
of him, but Passepartout had explained to her a little the
eccentric character of his master. He had told her what
sort of a wager was taking 'him round the world. Mrs.
Aouda had smiled; but, after all, she owed her life to him,
and her deliverer could not lose, because she saw him
through her gratitude.
Mrs. Aouda confirmed the narrative of the guide in
reference to her affecting history. She belonged, in fact,
to the race which occupies the first rank among the na-
tives. Several Parsee merchants have made large fortunes
in India in the cotton trade. One of them, Sir Jamef
Jejeebhoy, was raised to the nobility by the English Gov-
ernment, and Mrs. Aouda was a relative of this rich per-
son, who lived in Bombay. It was indeed a cousin of Sir
Jejeebhoy, the honorable Jejeeh, whom she counted on
joining at Hong Kong. Would she find a refuge with hin
and assistance? She could not say so positively. To which
Mr. Fogg replied that she should not be uneasy, and every-
thing would be mathematically arranged. That was the
phrase he used.
Did the young woman understand this horrible adverb?
We do not know. However, her large eyes were fixed upon
those of Mr. Fogg-her large eyes clear as the sacred
lakes of the Himalaya!" But the intractable Fogg, as re-
served as ever, did not seem to be the man to throw him-
self into this lake.
The first part of the Rangoon's" voyage was accom-
plished under excellent conditions. The weather was
moderate. All the lower portion of the immense Bay of
Bengal was favorable to the steamer's progress. The
" Rangoon soon sighted the Great Andaman, the prin-
cipal one of the group of islands which is distinguished by
navigators at a great distance by the picturesque Saddle
Peak Mountain, two thousand four hundred feet high.
They kept pretty close to the coast. The savage Papu
ans of the island did not show themselves. They are be







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ings in the lowest grade of humanity, but they have been
wrongfully called cannibals.
The panoramic development of this island was superb.
Immense forests of palm-trees, arecas, bamboo, nutmeg-
trees, teak-wood, giant mimosas, and tree-like ferns cov-
ered the country in the foreground, and in the background
there stood out in relief the graceful outlines of the mount-
ains. Along the shore there swarmed by thousands those
precious swallows whose eatable nests form a dish sought
for in the Celestial Empire. But all this varied spectacle
offered to the eyes by the Andaman group passed quickly,
and the Rangoon swiftly pursued her way toward the
Straits of Malacca, which were to give her access to the
Chinese seas.
During this trip what was Detective Fix doing, so un-
luckily dragged into a voyae round the world? On leaving
Calcutta, after having left instructions to forward the war-
rant to him at Hong Kong, if it should arrive, he succeed-
ed in getting aboard the Rangoon without being per-
ceived by Passepartout, and he hoped that he might conceal
his presence until the arrival of the steamer. In fact, it
would have been difficult for him to explain how he was on
board without awaking the suspicions of Passepartout,
who thought he was in Bombay. But he was led to renew
his acquaintance with the good fellow by the very logic of
circumstances. How? We will see.
All the hopes, all the desires of the detective were now
concentrated on a single point in the world, Hong Kong-
for the steamer would stop too short a time in Singapore
for him to operate in that city. The arrest of the robber
must then be made in Hong Kong, or he would escape
irrecoverably.
In fact, Hong Kong was still English soil, but the last
he would find on the road. Beyond, China, Japan,
America, would offer a pretty certain refuge to Mr. Fogg.
At Hong Kong, if he should finally find there the warrant
of arrest, which was evidently running after him, Fix
would arrest Fogg, and put him in the hands of the local
police. No difficulty there. But after Hong Kong a sim-
ple warrant of arrest would not be sufficient. An extra-
dition order would be necessary. Thence delays and
obstacles of every kind, of which the rogue would take ad-
vantage to escape finally. If he failed at Hong Kong, it







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would be, if not impossible, at least very difficult to at-
tempt it again with any chance of success.
Then," repeated Fix during the long hours that he
passed in his cabin. then, either the warrant will be at
Hong Kong and I will arrest my man, or it will not be
there, and this time 1 must, at all hazards, delay his de-
parture. I have failed at Bombay, 1 have failed at Cal-
cutta. If 1 miss at Hong Kong I shall lose my reputation!
Cost what it may,;I must succeed. But what means shall
I employ to delay, if it is necessary, the departure of this
accursed Fogg?"
As a last resort Fix had decided to tell everything to
Passepartout, to let him know who the master was that he
was serving, and whose accomplice he certainly was not.
Passepartout, enlightened by this revelation, fearing to be
compromised, would without doubt take sides with him,
Fix. But it was a very hazardous means, which could only
be employed in default of any other. One word from
Passepartout to his master would have been sufficient to
compromise the affair irrevocably.
The detective was then extremely embarrassed when the
presence of Mrs. Aouda on board of the Rangoon," in
company with Phineas Fogg, opened new perspectives to
him.
Who was this woman? What combination of circum-
stances had made her Fogg's companion? The meeting
had evidently taken place between Bombay and Calcutta.
But at what point of the peninsula? Was it chance which
had brought together Phileas Fogg and the young traveler?
Had not his journey across India, on the contrary, been
undertaken by this gentleman with the aim of joining this
charming person? For she was charming! Fix had had
a good view of her in the audience-hall of the Calcutta tri-
bunal.
It may be comprehended to what a point the detective
would be entangled. He asked himself if there was not a
criminal abduction in this affair. Yes; that must be it!
This idea once fastened in the mind of Fix, and he recog-
nized all the advantage that he could get from this circum-
stance. Whether this young woman was married or not,
there was an abduction, and it was possible to put the
ravisher in such embarrassment in Hong Kong that he
could not extricate himself by paying money.







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But it was not necessary to await the arrival of the
" Rangoon at Hong Kong. This Fogg had the detesta-
ble habit of jumping from one vessel into another, and be-
fore the affair was entered upon he might be far enough
off.
The important thing was to warn the English authorities
and to signal the Rangoon" before her arrival. Now,
nothing would be easier to accomplish, as the steamer
would put in at Singapore, which is connected with the
Chinese coast by a telegraph line.
But, before acting, and to be more certain, Fix deter-
mined to question Passepartout. He knew it was not very
difficult to start the young man talking, and he decided to
throw off the incognito that he had maintained until that
time. Now there was no time to lose. It was October
30th, and the next day the Rangoon would drop anchor
at Singapore.
This very day, October 30th, Fix, leaving his cabin, went
upon deck, with the intention of meeting Passepartout
first, with signs of the greatest surprise. Passepartout
was walking in the forward part of the vessel, when the
detective rushed toward him, exclaiming:
Is this you, on the 'Rangoon?' "
Monsieur Fix aboard!" replied Passepartout, very
much surprised, recognizing his old acquaintance of the
" Mongolia." What! 1 left you at Bombay, and I meet
you again on the route to Hong Kong! Are you making
also the tour of the world?"
No, no," replied Fix. "I expect to stop at Hong
Kong at least for a few days."
Ah!" said Passepartout, who seemed astonished for a
moment. But why have I not see you aboard since we
left Calcutta?"
Indeed, I was sick-a little seasickness-I remained
lying down in my cabin-I did not get along as well in the
Bay of Bengal as in the Indian Ocean. And your master,
Phileas Fogg?"
Is in perfect health, and as punctual as his diary. Not
one day behind Ah! Monsieur Fix, you do not know it,
but we have a young lady with us also."
A young lady?" replied the detective, who acted ex-
actly as if he did not understand what his companion was
saying.







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But Passepartout soon gave him the thread of the whole
story. He related the incident of the pagoda in Bombay,
the purchase of the elephant at the cost of two thousand
pounds, the suttee affair, the abduction of Aouda, the sen-
tence of the Calcutta court, and their freedom under bail.
Fix, who knew the last portion of these incidents, seemed
not to know any of them, and Passepartout gave himself
up to the pleasure of telling his adventures to a hearer
who showed so much interest.
But," asked Fix, at the end of the story, does your
master intend to take this young woman to Europe?"
Not at all, Monsieur Fix-not at all! We are simply
going to put her in charge of one of her relatives, a rich
merchant of Hong Kong."
Nothing to be done there," said the detective to him-
self, concealing his disappointment. Take a glass of
gin, Mr. Passepartout."
With pleasure, Monsieur Fix. It is the least that we
should drink to our meeting aboard the Rangoon.' "


CHAPTER XVII.
IN WHICH ONE THING AND ANOTHER IS TALKED ABOUT
DURING THE TRIP FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG.
AFTER this day Passepartout and the detective met fre-
quently, but the latter maintained a very great reserve
toward his companion, and he did not try to make him
talk. Once or twice only he had a glimpse of Mr. Fogg,
who was glad to remain in the grand saloon of the Ran-
goon," either keeping company with Mrs. Aouda, or play-
ing at whist, according to his invariable habit.
As for Passepartout, he thought very seriously over the
singular chance which had once more put Fix on his mas-
ter's route. And, in fact, it was a little surprising. This
gentleman, very amiable and very complacent, certainly,
whom they met first at Suez, who embarked upon the
" Mongolia," who landed at Bombay, where he said thlt
he would stop, whom they meet again on the Rangoon,"
en route for Hong Kong-in a word, following step by step
the route marked out by Mr. Fogg-he was worth lhe
trouble of being thought about. There was at least a singu-
lar coincidence in it all. What interest had Fix in it?







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Passepartout was ready to bet his slippers-he had care-
fully preserved them-that Fix would leave Hong Kong at
the same time as they, and probably on the same steamer.
If Passepartout had thought for a century, he would
never have guessed the detective's mission. He would
never have imagined that Phileas Fogg was being fol-
lowed," after the fashion of a robber, around the terrestrial
globe. But as it is in human nature to give an explana-
tion for everything, Passepartout, suddenly enlightened,
interpreted in this way the permanent presence of Fix, and,
indeed, his interpretation was very plausible. According
to him Fix was, and could be, only a detective sent upon
Mr. Fogg's tracks by his colleagues of the Reform Club,
to prove that this tour around the world was accomplished
regularly, according to the time agreed upon.
That is plain! that is plain!" repeated'the honest fel-
low to himself, quite proud of his clear-sightedness. He
is a spy whom these gentlemen have put upon our heels.
This is undignified! To have Mr. Fogg, a man so honor-
able and just, tracked by a detective! Ah! gentlemen of
the Reform Club, that will cost you dearly!"
Passepartout, delighted with his discovery, resolved, how-
ever, to say nothing of it to his master, fearing that he
would be justly wounded at this mistrust which his oppo-
nents showed. But he promised himself to banter Fix, as
opportunity offered, with covert allusions, and without
committing himself.
On Wednesday, October 30th, in the afternoon, the
" Rangoon entered the Straits of Malacca, separating
the peninsula of that name from Sumatra. Mountainous,
craggy, and very picturesque islets concealed from the
passenger the view of this large island.
At four o'clock the next morning, the Rangoon,"
having gained a half day on its time-table, put in at Singa-
pore to take in a new supply of coal.
Phileas Fogg noted this gain in the proper column, and
this time he landed, accompanying Mrs. Aouda, who had
expressed a desire to walk about for a few hours.
Fix, to whom every act of Fogg seemed suspicious, fol-
lowed him without letting himself be noticed. Passepar-
tout, who was going to make his ordinary purchases,
laughed in petto seeing Fix's maneuver.
The island of Singapore is neither large nor of an impos-







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ing aspect. It is wanting in mountains, that is to say, in
profiles. However, it is charming even in its meagerness.
It is a park laid out with fine roads. An elegant carriage,
drawn by handsome horses, such as have been imported
from New Holland, took Mrs. Aouda and Phileas Fogg
into the midst of massive groups of palm-trees, the brill-
iant foliage, and clove-trees, the cloves of which are formed
from the very bud of the half-opened flower. There pep-
per plants replaced the thorny hedges of European coun-
tries; sage-trees, and large ferns with their superb branches
varied the aspect of this tropical region, and nutmeg-trees
with shining leaves impregnated the air with a penetrating
odor. Bands of monkeys, lively and grimacing, were not
wanting in the woods, nor perhaps tigers in the jungles.
Should any one be astonished to learn that in this island,
comparatively so small, these-terrible carnivorous animals
were not destroyed to the very last one, we may reply that
they come from Malacca, swimming across the straits.
After having driven about the country for two hours,
Mrs. Aouda and her companion-who looked a little with-
out seeing anything-returned into the town, a vast col-
lection of heavy, flat-looking houses, surrounded by de-
lightful gardens, in which grow mangoes, pineapples, and
all the best fruits in the world.
At ten o'clock they returned to the steamer, having been
followed, without suspecting it, by the detective, who had
also gone to the expense of a carriage.
Passepartout was waiting for them on the deck of the
"Rangoon." The good fellow had bought a few dozen of
mangoes, as large as ordinary apples-dark-brown outside,
brilliant red inside, and whose white pulp, melting in the
mouth, gives the true gourmand an unexcelled enjoyment.
Passepartout was only too happy to offer them to Mrs.
Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully.
At eleven o'clock the Rangoon," having obtained a
full supply of coal, slipped from her moorings, and a few
hours later the passengers lost sight of the high mountains
of Malacca, whose forests shelter the most beautiful tigers
in the world.
About thirteen hundred miles separate Singapore from
the island of Hong Kong, a small English territory de-
tached from the Chinese coast. It was to Phileas Fogg's in-
terest to accomplish this in six days at the most, in order







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to take at Hong Kong the steamer leaving on the 6th of
November for Yokohama, one of the principal ports of
Japan.
The Rangoon" was heavily laden. Many passengers
had come aboard at Singapore-Hindoos, Ceylonese, China-
men, Malays, and Portuguese-mostly second class.
The weather, which had been quite fine until this time,
changed with the last quarter of the moon. The sea was
high. The wind sometimes blew a gale, but fortunately
from the south-east, which favored the movements of the
steamer. When it was practicable the captain had the
sails unfurled. The Rangoon," brig-rigged, sailed fre-
quently with its two topsails and foresail, and its speed in-
creased under the double impetus of steam and sail. The
vessel thus made her way over a short and sometimes fa-
tiguing sea along the shores of Anam and Cochin China.
But the passengers would have to blame the Rangoon"
rather than the ocean for their sickness and fatigue.
In fact, the ships of the Peninsular Company in the
China service are seriously defective in their construction.
The proportion of their draught, when loaded to their
depth of hold, has been badly calculated, and consequently
they stand the sea but poorly. Their bulk, closed, impene-
trable to the water, is insufficient. They are drowned."
to use a maritime expression, and, in consequence, it does
not take many waves thrown upon the deck to slacken
their speed. These ships are then very inferior-if not in
motive power and steam escapes-to the models of the
French mail steamers, such as the Imperatrice and
" Cambodge." While, according to the calculations of
the engineers, the latter can take on a weight of water
equal to their own before sinking, the vessels of the Penin-
sular Company, the Golconda," the Corea," and fin-
ally the Rangoon," could not take on the sixth of their
weight without going to the bottom.
Great precautions had to be taken then in bad weather.
It was sometimes necessary to sail under a small head of
steam. This loss of time did not seem to affect Philcas
Fogg at all, but Passepartout was much put out about it.
He blamed the captain, the engineer, and the company,
and sent to Old Nick all those who had anything to do with
the transportation of the passengers. Perhaps, also, the
thought of the gas-burner still burning at his expense in







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the house in Saville Row had a large share in his impa-
tience.
Are you in a very great hurry to arrive at Hong
Kong?" the detective asked him one day.
"In a very great hurry," replied Passepartout.
You think that Mr. Fogg is in a hurry to take the
Yokohama steamer?"
In a dreadful hurry.
Then you believe now in this singular voyage around
the world?"
Absolutely. And you, Monsieur Fix?"
"1? I don't believe in it."
You're a sly fellow," replied Passepartout, winking at
him.
This expression left the detective in a reverie. The epi-
thet disturbed him without his knowing very well why.
Had the Frenchman guessed his purpose? He did not
know what to think. But how had Passepartout been able
to discover his capacity as a detective, the secret of which
he alone knew. And yet, in speaking thus to him Passe,
partout certainly had an after-thought.
It happened another day that the good fellow went fur-
ther. It was too much for him; he could no longer hold
his tongue.
Let us see, Monsieur Fix," he asked his companion in
a roguish tone, when we have arrived at Hong Kong,
shall we be so unfortunate as to leave you there?"
Oh!" replied Fix, quite embarrassed, 1 do not know.
Perhaps-"
"Ah!" said Passepartout, "if you accompany us, 1
would be so happy! Let us see! An agent of the Penin-
sular Company could not stop on the route. You were
only going to Bombay, and now you will soon be in China.
America is not far off, and from America to Europe it is
only a step."
Fix looked attentively at his companion, who showed the
pleasantest face in the world, and he decided to laugh with
him. But the latter, who was in good humor, asked him
if his business brought him in much.
Yes and no," replied Fix without frowning. There
are fortunate and unfortunate business enterprises. But
you understand of course that 1 don't travel at my own ex-
pense."







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Oh! I am very sure of that," replied Passepartout,
laughing still louder.
The conversation finished, Fix returned to his cabin and
sat down to think. He was evidently suspected. In one
way or another the Frenchman had recognized his capacity
as a detective. But had he warned his master? What r6le
would he play in all this? Was he an accomplice or not?
Had they got wind of the matter, and was it consequently
all up? The detective passed some perplexing hours there,
at one time believing everything lost, at another hoping
that Fogg was ignorant of the situation; and, finally, not
knowing what course to pursue.
Meanwhile his brain became calmer, and he resolved to
act frankly with Passepartout. If matters were not in the
proper shape to arrest Fogg at Hong Kong, and if Fogg
was then prepared to leave finally the English territory, he
(Fix) would tell Passepartout everything. Either the serv-
ant was the accomplice of his master, and the latter knew
everything, and in this case the affair was definitely com-
promised, or the servant had no part in the robbery, and
then his interest would be to abandon the robber.
Such was the respective situation of these two men, and
above them Phileas Fogg was hovering in his majestic in-
difference. He was accomplishing rationally his orbit
around the world without being troubled by the asteroids
gravitating around him.
And yet, in the vicinity there was-according to the
expression of astronomers-a disturbing star which ought
to have produced a certain agitation in this gentleman's
heart. But no! The charm of Mrs. Aouda did not act,
to the great surprise of Passepartout, and the disturbances,
if they existed, would have been more difficult to calculate
than those of Uranus, which led to the discovery of Nept-
une.
Yes, it was a surprise every day for Passepartout, who
read in the eyes of the young woman so much gratitude to
his master. Phileas Fogg had decidedly heart enough for
heroic actions, but for love, none at all! As for the
thoughts which the chances of the journey might have pro-
duced in him, there was not a trace. But Passepa tout
was living in a continual trance. One day, leaning on the
railing of the engine-room, he was looking at the powerful
engine which sometimes moved very violently, when with







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the pitching of the vessel the screw would fly out of the
water. The steam then escaped from the valves, which
provoked the anger of the worthy fellow.
These valves are not charged enough!" he cried.
"We are not going! Oh, these Englishmen! If we were
only in an American vessel, we would blow up, perhaps,
but we would go more swiftly!"


CHAPTER XVIII.
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASShPARTOUT, AND FIX EACH
GOES ABOUT HIS OWN BUSINESS.
DURING the last few days of the voyage the weather was
pretty bad. The wind became very boisterous. Remain-
ing in the north-west quarter, it impeded the progress of
the steamer. The Rangoon," too unsteady already,
rolled heavily, and the passengers quite lost their temper
over the long, tiresome waves which -the wind raised at a
distance.
During the days of the 3d and 4th of November it was a
sort of tempest. The squall struck the sea with violence.
The Rangoon had to go slowly for half a day, keeping
herself in motion with only ten revolutions of the screw, so
as to lean with the waves. All the sails had been reefed,
and there was still too much rigging whistling in the squall.
The rapidity of the steamer, it may be imagined, was
very much diminished, and it was estimated that she would
arrive at Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and per-
haps more, if the tempest did not cease.
Phileas Fogg looked intently at this spectacle of a rag-
ing sea, which seemed to struggle directly against him, wit h
his customary impassibility. His brow did not darken an
instant, and yet a delay of twenty hours might seriously
interfere with his voyage, by making him miss the depart-
ure of the Yokohama steamer. But this man without
nerves felt neither impatience nor annoyance. It seemed
truly as if this tempest formed a part of his programme,
and was foreseen. Mrs. Aouda, who talked with her com-
panion about this mishap, found him as calm as in the
past.
Fix did not look at these things in the same light. On
the contrary, this tempest pleased him very much. His







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satisfaction would have known no bounds if the Ran-
goon had been obliged to fly before the violent storm.
All these delays suited him, for they would oblige this man
Fogg to remain some days at Hong Kong. Finally the
skies, with their squalls and tempests, became his ally. He
was a little sick, it is true, but what did that matter? He
did not count his nausea, and when his body was writhing
under the seasickness his spirit was merry with the height
of its satisfaction.
As for Passepartout, it may be guessed how illy concealed
his anger was during this time of trial. Until then every-
thing had moved on so well. Land and sea seemed to be
devoted to his master. Steamers and railways obeyed
him. Wind and steam combined to favor his journey.
Had the hour of mistakes finally sounded? Passepartout,
as if the twenty thousand pounds of the wager had to come
out of his purse, was no longer happy. This tempest ex'
asperated him, this squall put him in a rage, and he would
have gladly whipped the disobedient sea. Poor fellow!
Fix carefully concealed from him his personal satisfaction,
and it was well, for if Passepartout had guessed the secret
delight of Fix, Fix would have been roughly used.
Passepartout remained on the Rangoon's deck dur-
ing the entire continuance of the blow. He could not re-
main below; he climbed up in the masts; he astonished the
crew and helped at everything with the agility of a mon-
key. A hundred times he questioned the captain, the
officers, the sailors, who could not help laughing at seeing
him so much out of countenance. Passepartout wanted to
know positively how long the storm would last. They sent
him to the barometer, which would not. decide to ascend.
Passepartout shook the barometer, but nothing came of it,
neither the shaking nor the insults that he heaped upon
that irresponsible instrument.
Finally the tempest subsided. The sea became calmer
on the 4th of November. The wind veered two points to
the south and again became favorable.
Passepartout cleared up with the weather. The top sails
and lower sails could be unfurled, and the Rangoon "
resumed her route with marvelous swiftness.
But all the time lost could not be regained. They could
only submit, and land was not signaled until the 6th at
five o'clock A. M. The diary of Phileas Fogg put down the







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arrival of the steamer on the 5th, and she did not arrive
until the 6th, which was a loss of twenty-four hours, and
of course they would miss the Yokohama steamer.
At six o'clock the pilot came aboard the Rangoon"
and took his place on the bridge to guide the vessel through
the channels into the port of Hong Kong.
Passepartout was dying to ask this man whether the Yo-
kohama steamer had left Hong Kong. But he did not
dare, preferring to preserve a little hope until the last mo-
ment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix, who-the cun-
ning fox-tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg
would be in time to take the next boat. This put Passe-
partout in a towering rage.
But if Passepartout did not venture to ask the pilot, Mr.
Fogg, after consulting his Bradshaw," asked in his quiet
manner of the said pilot if he knew when a vessel would
leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.
To-morrow morning, at high tide," replied the pilot.
Ah," said Mr. Fogg, without showing any astonish-
ment.
Passepartout, who was present, would have liked to hug
the pilot, whose neck Fix could have wrung with pleasure.
What is the name of the steamer?" asked Mr. Fogg.
The Carnatic,' replied the pilot.
Was she not to leave yesterday?"
Yes, sir; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and
her departure has been put off until to-morrow."
"Thank you," replied Mr. Fogg, who, with his auto-
matic step, went down again into the saloon of the Ran-
goon."
Passepartout caught the pilot's hand, and, pressing it
warmly, said:
Piolot, you are a good fellow!"
The pilot doubtless never knew why his answers had pro-
cured this friendly expression. A whistle blew, and he
went again upon the bridge of the steamer and guided her
through the flotilla of junks, tankas, fishing-boats, and
vessels of all kinds which crowded the channels of Hong
Kong.
In an hour the Rangoon was at the wharf, and the
passengers landed.
It must be confessed that in this circumstance chance
had singularly served Phileas Fogg. Without the necessity







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of repairing her boilers, the Carnatic would have left
on the 5th of November, and the passengers for Japan
would have had to wait a week for the departure of the
next steamer. Mr. Fogg, it is true, was twenty-four hours
behind time, but this delay could not have any evil conse-
quences for the rest of the journey.
In fact, the steamer which crosses the Pacific from Yo-
kohoma to San Francisco was in direct connection with the
Hong Kong steamer, and the former could not leave be-
fore the latter had arrived. Evidently they would be
twenty-four hours behind time at Yokohama, but it would
be easy to make them up during the voyage across the Pa-
cific, lasting twenty-two days. Phileas Fogg found him-
self, then, within about twenty-four hours of the condi-
tions of his programme thirty-five days after leaving
London.
The Carnatic not leaving until hve o'clock the next
morning, Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours to attend to his
business-that is, that which concerned Mrs. Aouda. On
landing from the vessel, he offered his arm to the young
woman and led her to a palanquin. He asked the men
who carried it to point him out a hotel, and they named
the Club Hotel. The palanquin started, followed by Passe-
partout, and twenty minutes after they arrived at their
destination.
An apartment was secured for the young woman, and
Phileas Fogg saw that she was made comfortable. Then
he told Mrs. Aouda that he was going immediately to look
for the relative in whose care he was to leave her at Hong
Kong. At the same time he ordered Passepartout to re-
main at the hotel until his return, so that the young wom-
an should not be left alone.
The gentleman was shown the way to the Exchange.
There they would unquestionably know a personage such
as the honorable Jejeeh, who was recokoned among the
richest merchants of the city.
The broker whom Mr. Fogg addressed did indeed know
the Parsee merchant. But for two years he had not lived
in China. Having made his fortune, he had gone to live
in Europe-in Holland, it was believed, which was ex-
plained by the extensive correspondence which he had had
with that country during his life as a merchant.
Phileas Fogg returned to the Club Hotel He immedi-







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ately asked permission to see Mrs. Aouda, and without any
other preamble told her that the honorable Jejeeh was no
longer living in Hong Kong, but probably was living in
Holland.
Mrs. Aouda did not reply at first. Passing her hand
over her forehead, she thought for a few moments, and
then said in her sweet voice:
What ought I to do, Mr. Fogg?"
It is very simple," replied the gentleman. "Go on
to Europe."
But I can not abuse-"
You do not abuse, and your presence does not at all
embarrass my programme. Passepartout!"
Monsieur," replied Passepartout.
Go to the Carnatic' and engage three cabins."
Passepartout, delighted with continuing his voyage in the
company of the young woman, who was very gracious to
him, immediately left the Club Hotel.


CHAPTER XIX.
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A LITTLE TOO LIVELY
INTEREST IN HIS MASTER, AND WHAT FOLLOWS.
HONG KONG is only a small island secured to England
by the treaty of Nankin after the war of 1842. In a few
years the colonizing genius of Great Britain had establish,
ed there an important city, and created the port Victoria.
The island is situated at the mouth of the Canton River,
and sixty miles only separate it from the Portuguese city of
Macao, built on the other shore. Hong Kong must neces-
sarily vanquish Macao in a commercial struggle, and now
the greatest part of the Chinese transportation is done
through the English city. Docks, hospitals, wharves,
warehouses, a Gothic cathedral, a government house,
macademized streets, all would lead one to believe that one
of the commercial cities of the counties of Kent or Surrey,
traversing the terrestrial sphere, had found a place at this
point in China, nearly at its antipodes.
Passepartout, with his hands in his pockets, sauntered to-
ward the port Victoria, looking at the palanquins, tha
curtained carriages still in favor in the Celestial Empire,
and all the crowds of Chinese, Japanese, and Europeans







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hurrying along the streets. In some things it was like
Bombay, Calcutta, or Singapore that the worthy fellow was
finding again on his route. There is thus a track of En-
glish towns all around the world.
Passepartout arrived at Victoria port. There, at the
mouth of Canton River, was a perfect swarm of the ships
of all nations, English, French, American, Dutch, war
and merchant vessels, Japaneses or Chinese crafts, junks,
sempas, tankas, and even flower boats, which formed so
many parterres floating on the waters. Walking along,
Passepartout noticed a certain number of natives dressed
in yellow, all of quite advanced age. Having gone into a
Chinese barber's to be shaved a la Chinese," he learned
from Figaro in the shop, who spoke pretty good English,
that these ancient men were at least eighty years old, and
that at this age they had the privilege of wearing yellow,
the imperial color. Passepartout found this very funny,
without knowing exactly why.
His beard shaved, he repaired to the wharf from which
the Carnatic would leave, and there he perceived Fix
walking up and down, at which he was not at all aston-
ished. But the detective showed upon his face the marks
of great disappointment.
Good!" said Passepartout to himself; that will be
bad for the gentlemen of the Reform Club."
And he accosted Fix with his merry smile, without seem-
ing to notice the vexed air of his companion.
Now, the detective had good reasons to fret about the
infernal luck which was pursuing him. No warrant! It
was evident that the warrant was running after him, and
that it could reach him only if he stopped some days in this
city. Now, Hong Kong, being the last English territory
on the route, this Mr. Fogg would escape him finally if he
did not succeed in detaining him there.
Well, Monsieur Fix, have you decided to come with us
as far as America?" asked Passepartout.
Yes," replied Fix, between his closed teeth.
Well, then," cried Passepartout, shouting with laugh-
ter, 1 knew very well that you could not separate yourself
from us. Come and engage your berth-come!"
And both entered the ticket office and engaged cabins for
four persons. But the clerk told them that the repairs of
the Carnatic," being completed, the steamer would leave







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at eight o'clock in the evening, and not the next morning,
as had been announced.
Very good!" replied Passepartout; that will suit my
master. I am going to inform him."
At this moment Fix took an extreme step. He deter-
mined to tell Passepartout everything. It was the only
means, perhaps, that he had of retaining Phileas Fogg for
a few days in Hong Kong.
Leaving the office, Fix offered to treat his companion in
a tavern. Passepartout had the time. He accepted Fix's
invitation.
A tavern opened on the quay. It had an inviting ap-
pearance. Both entered. It was a large room, finely deco-
rated, at the back of which was stretched a camp bed
furnished with cushions. Upon this bed were lying a cer-
tain number of sleepers.
Some thirty customers in the large room occupied small
tables of plaited rushes. Some emptied pints of English
beer, ale or porter, others jugs of alcoholic liquors, gin or
brandy. Besides, the most of them were smoking long,
red-clay pipes stuffed with little balls of opium mixed
with essence of rose. Then, from time to time, some
smoker, overcome, would fall down under the table, and
the waiters of the establishment, taking him by the head
and feet, carried him on to the camp bed alongside of an-
other. Twenty of these sots were thus laid side by side in
the last stage of brutishness.
Fix and Passepartout understood that they had entered
a smoking-house haunted by those wretched, stupefied,
lean, idiotic creatures to whom mercantile England sells
annually ten millions four hundred thousand pounds'
worth of the fatal drug called opium. Sad millions are
these, levied on one of the most destructive vices of human
nature!
The Chinese Government has tried hard to remedy such
an abuse by severe laws, but in vain. From the rich class,
to whom the use of opium was at first formally reserved, it
has descended to the lower classes, and its ravages can no
longer be arrested. Opium is smoked everywhere and al-
ways in the Middle Empire. Men and women give them-
selves up to this deplorable passion, and when they are ac-
customed to inhaling the fumes they can no longer do with.
uat it, except by suffering terrible cramps in the stomach.







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A great smoker can smoke as many as eight pipes a day,
but he dies in five years.
Now, it was in one of the numerous smoking-houses of
this kind, which swarm even in Hong Kong, that Fix and
Passepartout had entered with the intention of refreshing
themselves. Passepartout had no money, but he accepted
willingly the politeness" of his companion, ready to re-
turn it to him at the proper time and place.
They called for two bottles of port, to which the French-
man did full justice, while Fix, more reserved, observed his
companion with the closest attention. They talked of one
thing and another, and especially of the excellent idea that
Fix had of taking passage on the Carnatic." The bottles
now being empty, Passepartout rose to inform his master
that the steamer would leave several hours in advance of
the time announced.
Fix detained him.
One moment," he said.
What do you wish, Monsieur Fix?"
I have some serious matters to talk to you about."
Serious matters?" cried Passepartout, emptying the
very few drops of wine remaining in the bottom of his
glass. Very well, we will talk about them to-morrow.
I have not the time to-day."
Remain," replied Fix. It concerns your master."
Passepartout, at this phrase, looked attentively at his
questioner.
The expression of Fix's face seemed singular to him. He
took a seat again.
What have you to say to me?" he asked.
Fix placed his hand upon his companion's arm, and, low-
ering his voice, he asked him:
You have guessed who I am?"
Parbleu!" said Passepartout, smiling.
Then I am going to tell you everything."
Now that I know everything, my friend. Ah! that's
pretty tough! But go on. But first let me tell you that
these gentlemen have put themselves to very useless ex-
pense."
Useless," said Fix. You speak confidently. It may
be seen that you do not know the size of the sum!"
But I do know it," said Passepartout. Twenty
thousand pounds"







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Fifty-five thousand!" replied Fix, grasping the Frenc..
man's hand.
What!" cried Passepartout, Monsieur Fogg would
have dared- Fifty-five thousand pounds! Well, well!
All the more reason that 1 should not lose an instant,"
he added, rising again.
"Fifty-five thousand pounds!" replied Fix, who forced
Passepartout to sit down again, after having ordered a de-
canter of brandy, and if I succeed, 1 get a reward of two
thousand pounds. Do you wish five hundred of them on
condition that you help me?"
Help you!" cried Passepartout, whose eyes were opened
very wide.
Yes, help me to detain Mr. Fogg in Hong Kong for a
faw days!"
Phew!" said Passepartout, what are you saying?
How, not satisfied with having my master followed, with
suspecting his faithfulness, do these gentleman wish to
throw new obstacles in his way? I am ashamed of
them."
Ah! what do you mean by that?" asked Fix.
"I mean that it is simple indelicacy. It is about the
same as stripping Monsieur Fogg and putting his money
in their pockets."
Ah! that is the very thing we are coming to."
But it is a trap!" cried Passepartout, who was getting
lively under the influence of the brandy with which Fix
was plying him, and which he drank without noticing it-
" a real trap! Gentlemen! Colleagues!"
Fix began to be puzzled.
Colleagues!" cried Passepartout, members of the
Reform Club! You must know, Monsieur Fix, that my
master is an honest man, and that, when he has made a
bet, he intends to win it fairly."
But who do you think 1 am?" asked Fix, fastening his
look upon Passepartout.
"Parbleu! an agent of the members of the Reform
Club, with the mission to interfere with my master's jour-
ney, which is singularly humiliating. So, although it has
been some time already since I guessed your business, I
have ta! ~; good care not to disclose it to Monsieur Fogg."
He knows nothing?" asked Fix, quickly.







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Nothing," answered Passepartout, emptying his glass
once more.
The agent passed his hand over his forehead. He hesi-
tated before continuing the conversation. What ought he
to do? The error of Passepartout seemed sincere, but it
rendered his plan more difficult. It was evident that this
young mai was speaking with perfect good faith, and that
he was not his master's accomplice-which Fix had feared.
Well," he said to himself, since he is not his accom-
plice, he will aid me."
The detective had the advantage the second time. Be-
sides, he had no more time to wait. At any cost Fogg
must be arrested at Hong Kong.
Listen," said Fix, in an abrupt tone, "listen carefully
to me. I am not what you think-that is, an agent of the
members of the Reform Club--"
Bah!" said Passepartout, looking at him in a jocose
way.
I am a police detective, charged with a mission by the
metropolitan government."
You-a detective!"
Yes, and 1 will prove it," replied Fix. Here is my
commission."
And the agent, taking a paper from his pocket-book,
showed his companion a commission signed by the com-
missioner of the Central Police. Passepartout, stunned,
unable to articulate a word, looked at Fix.
The bet of Mr. Fogg," continued Fix, is only a pre-
text of which you are the dupes, you and his colleagues of
the Reform Club, for he had an interest in assuring him-
self of your unconscious complicity."
But why?" cried Passepartout.
Listen. The 28th of September, ultimo, a robbery of
fifty-five thousand pounds was committed at the Bank of
England by an individual whose description they were
able to obtain. Now, look at this description, and it is
feature for feature that of Mr. Fogg."
Humbug!" cried Passepartout, striking the table with
his clinched fist. My master is the most honest man in
the world!"
"How do you know?" replied Fix. "You are not
even acquainted with him. You entered his service the
day of his departure, and he left precipitately under a







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Senseless pretext, without trunks, and carrying with him a
large sum in bank-notes. And you dare to maintain that
he is an honest man?"
Yes, yes!" repeated the poor fellow, mechanically.
Do you wish, then, to be arrested as his accomplice?"
Passepartout dropped his head in his hands. He could
,lo longer be recognized. He did not look at the detect-
ive. Phileas Fogg, the deliverer of Aouda, the brave and
generous man, a robber! And yet how many presump-
tions there were against him. Passepartout tried to force
back the suspicions which would slip into his mind. He
would never believe in his master's guilt.
To conclude, what do you want of me?" said he to
the detective, by a strong effort.
See here," replied Fix, I have tracked Mr. Fogg to
this point, but 1 have not yet received the warrant of
arrest, for which I asked, from London. You must help
me, then, to keep him in Hong Kong."
"I? Help you?"
And I will share with you the reward of two thousand
pounds promised by the Bank of England."
Never!" replied Passepartout, who wanted to rise, and
fell back, feeling his reason and his strength at once escaping
him. "Monsieur Fix," he said, stammering, even if
everything you have told me should be true-if my master
should be the robber whom you seek-which 1 deny-1
have been-1 am in his service-- have seen him kind and
generous-betray him-never-no, not for all the gold in
the world-I am from a village where they don't eat that
kind of bread!"
You refuse?"
I refuse."
Treat it as if I had said nothing," replied Fix, and
let's take a drink."
All right; let's take a drink."
Passepartout felt himself more and more overcome by
intoxication. Fix, understanding that he must at all haz-
ards separate him from his master, wanted to finish him.
On the table were a few pipes filled with opium. Fix
slipped one into Passepartout's hand, who took it, lifted
it to his lips, lighted it, took a few puffs, and fell over, his
head stupefied under the influence of the narcotic.
A. least," said Fix, seeing Passepartout out of the







TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. 95
way, Mr. Fogg will not be informed in time of the de-
parture of the Carnatic,' and if he leaves, he will be at
least without this Frenchman!"
Then he left, after paying his bill.

CHAPTER XX.
IN WHICH FIX COMES IN DIRECT CONTACT WITH PHIL-
EAS FOGG.
DURING this scene, which might perhaps seriously in-
terfere with his future, Mr. Fogg, accompanying Mrs.
Aouda, was taking.a walk through the streets of the En-
glish town. Since Mrs. Aouda accepted his offer to take
her to Europe, he had to think of all the details necessary
for so long a journey. That an Englishman like him
should make the tour of the world with a carpet-bag in his
hand, might pass; but a lady could not undertake such a
journey under the same conditions. Hence the necessity
of buying clothing and articles necessary for the voyage.
Mr. Fogg acquitted himself of his task with the quiet
characteristic of him, and he invariably replied to all the
excuses and objections of the young woman, confused by
so much kindness:
"It is the interest of my journey; it is in my pro-
gramme."
The purchases made, Mr. Fogg and the young woman
returned to the hotel, and dined at the table d'hdte, which
was sumptuously served. Then Mrs. Aouda, a little tired,
went up into her room, after having shaken hands, En-
glish fashion, with her imperturbable deliverer.
IIe, Fogg, was absorbed all the evening in reading the
" Times and the Illustrated London News."
If he had been a man to be astonished at anything it
would have been not to have seen his servant at the hour
for retiring. But knowing that the Yokohama steamer
was not to leave Hong Kong before the next morning, he
did not otherwise bother himself about it. The next
morning Passepartout did not come at Mr. Fogg's ring.
What the honorable gentleman thought on learning that
his servant had not returned to the hotel, no one could
have said. Mr. Fogg contented himself with taking his
carpet-bag, calling for Mrs. Aouda, and sending for a
palanquin.







96 TOUR OF THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS.
It was then eight o'clock, and high tide, and the time
which the Carnatic was to take advantage to go out
through the passes was put down at half past nine.
When the palanquin arrived at the door of the hotel,
Mr. Fogg and Mrs. Aouda got into the comfortable vehicle,
and their baggage followed them on a wheelbarrow.
Half an hour later the travelers dismounted on the
wharf, and there Mr. Fogg learned that the Carnatic"
had left the evening before.
Mr. Fogg, who counted on finding at the same time both
the steamer and his servant, was compelled to do without
both. But not a sign of disappointment appeared upon
his face; and, when Mrs. Aouda looked at him with un-
easiness, he contented himself with replying:
It is an incident, madame, nothing more."
At this moment a person who had been watching him
closely came up to him. It was the detective, Fix, who
turned to him and said:
Are you not like myself, sir, one of the passengers of
the Rangoon,' which arrived yesterday?"
Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg, coldly, but I have not
the honor-"
Pardon me, but 1 thought I would find your servant
here."
Do you know where he is, sir?" asked the young wom-
an, quickly.
What!" replied Fix, feigning surprise, "is he not
with you?"
No," replied Mrs. Aouda. He has not returned
since yesterday. Has he perhaps embarked without us
aboard the Carnatic?' "
Without you, madame?" replied Fix. But, excuse
my question, you expected then to leave by that steamer?"
"Yes, sir."
"I, too, madame, and 1 am much disappointed. The
' Carnatic,' having completed her repairs, left Hong Kong
twelve hours sooner without warning any one, and we must
now wait a week for another steamer!"
Fix felt his heart jump for joy in pronuncing these
words, "a week." A week! Fogg detained a week at
Hong Kong! There would be time to receive the warrant
of arrest. Chance would at last declare for the representa-
tive of the law.







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It may be judged then what a stunning blow he received,
when he heard Phileas Fogg say, in his calm voice:
But there are other vessels than the Carnatic,' it
seems to me, in the port of Hong Kong."
And Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Mrs. Aouda, turned
toward the docks in search of a vessel leaving.
Fix, stupefied, followed. It might have been said that
i thread attached him to this man.
However, chance seemed really to abandon him whom it
had served so well up to that time. Phileas Fogg, for
three hours, traversed the port in every direction, decided,
if it was necessary, to charter a vessel to take him to
Yokohama; but he saw only vessels loading or unloading,
and which consequently could not set sail. Fix began to
hope again.
But Mr. Fogg was not disconcerted, and he was going to
continue his search if he had to go as far as Macao, when
he was accosted by a sailor on the end of the pier.
Your honor is looking for a boat?" said the sailor to
him, taking off his hat.
You have a boat ready to sail?" asked Mr. Fogg.
Yes, your honor, a pilot-boat, No. 43, the best in the
flotilla."
She goes fast?"
Between eight and nine knots an hour; nearly the lat-
ter. Will you look at her?"
Yes."
Your honor will be satisfied. Is it for an excursion?"
"No; for a voyage."
A voyage?"
You will undertake to convey me to Yokohama?"
The sailor, at these words, stood with arms extended
and eyes starting from his head.
Your honor is joking?" he said.
No; I have missed the sailing of.the Carnatic,' and I
must be at Yokohama on the 14th at the latest, to take the
steamer for San Francisco."
1 regret it," replied the pilot, but it is impossible."
1 offer you one hundred pounds per day, and a reward
of two hundred pounds if I arrive in time."
You are in earnest?" asked the pilot.
Very much in earnest," replied Mr. Fogg.
The pilot withdrew to one side. He looked at the sea,
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evidently struggling between the desire to gain an enor-
mous sum and the fear of venturing so far. Fix was in
mortal suspense.
During this time Mr. Fogg had returned to Mrs. Aouda.
You will not be afraid, madame?" he asked.
With you-no, Mr. Fogg," replied the young woman.
The pilot had come toward the gentleman again, and
was twisting his hat in his hands.
Well, pilot?" said Mr. Fogg.
Well, your honor," replied the pilot, "1 can risk
neither my men, nor myself, nor yourself in so long a
voyage on a boat of scarcely twenty tons at this time of
the year. Besides, we would not arrive in time, for it is
sixteen hundred and fifty miles from Hong Kong to Yoko-
hama."
Only sixteen hundred?" said Mr. Fogg.
It is the same thing."
Fix took a good long breath.
But," added the pilot, there might perhaps be a
means to arrange it otherwise."
Fix did not breathe any more.
How?" asked Phileas Fogg.
"By going to Nagasaki, the southern extremity of Jap-
an, eleven hundred miles, or only to Shanghai, eight hun-
dred miles from Hong Kong. In this last journey we
would not be at any distance from the Chinese coast, which
would be a great advantage, all the more so that the cur-
rents run to the north."
Pilot," replied Phileas Fogg, I must take the Ameri-
can mail steamer at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or
Nagasaki."
Why not?" replied the pilot. The San Francisco
steamer does not start from Yokohama. She stops there
and at Nagasaki, but her port of departure is Shanghai."
You are certain of what you are saying?"
Certain."
And when does the steamer leave Shanghai?"
Of the 11th, at seven o'clock in the evening. We
have then four days before us. Four days, that is ninety-
six hours, and with an average of eight knots an hour, if
we have good luck, if the wind keeps to the south-east, if
the sea is calm, we can make the eight hundred miles which
separate us from Shanghai."




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