Around the world in eighty days


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Around the world in eighty days
Uniform Title:
Tour du monde en quatrevingts jours
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192, 24 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
Towle, George M ( George Makepeace ), 1841-1893
D'Anvers, N., d. 1933
Pannemaker, Adolphe François, b. 1822
Dumont, Louis-Philippe, 1765-1853
Sampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington
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Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington
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Author's illustrated ed.


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Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aristocracy (Social class) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Butlers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Detectives -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1876   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1876   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1876
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England -- London


A wager by the eccentric and mysterious Englishman Phileas Fogg that he can circle the globe in just eighty days initiates this marvelous travelogue and exciting suspense story.
Statement of Responsibility:
by Jules Verne ; translated by Geo. M. Towle and N. D'Anvers.
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Illustrations engraved by Dumont and Pannemaker.
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In which Phileas Fogg and Passepartout accept each other, the one
as master, the other as man 9

In which Passepartout is convinced that he has at last found his
ideal ..13

In which a conversation takes place which seems likely to cost
Phileas Fogg dear 16

In which Phileas Fogg astounds Passepartout, his servant 21

In which a new species of funds, unknown to the monied men,
appears on 'Change 24

In which Fix, the detective, betrays a very natural impatience 27

Which once more demonstrates the uselessness of passports as aids
to detectives. 33

In which Passepartout talks rather more, perhaps, than is prudent 35

In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean prove propitious to
the designs of Phileas Fogg 38


In which Passepartout is only too glad to get off with the loss of
his shoes 43

In which Phileas Fogg secures a curious means of conveyance at a
fabulous price 47

In which Phileas Fogg and his companions venture across the
Indian forests, and what ensued 54

In which Passepartout receives a new proof that fortune favours
the brave 59

In which Phileas Fogg descends the whole length of the beautiful
valley of the Ganges, without ever thinking of seeing it .67

In which the bag of bank-notes disgorges some thousands of pounds
more .74

In which Fix does not seem to understand in the least what is said
to him. .. .. 79

Showing what happened on the voyage from Singapore to Hong
SKong. 84

In which Phileas Fogg, Passepartout, and Fix go each about his
business ; ;. '. 88

In which Passepartout takes a too great interest in his master, and
what comes of it 92

In which Fix comes face to face with Phileas Fogg 98


In which the master of the "Tankadere" runs great risk of losing
a reward of two hundred pounds 103

In which Passepartout finds out that, even at the antipodes, it is
convenient to have some money in one's pocket Io

In which Passepartout's nose becomes outrageously long 15

During which Mr. Fogg and party cross the Pacific Ocean 123

In which a slight glimpse is had of San Francisco 128

In which Phileas Fogg and party travel by the Pacific Railroad 133

In which Passepartout undergoes, at a speed of twenty miles an
hour, a course of Mormon history. 137

In which Passepartout does not succeed in making anybody listen
to reason 143

In which certain incidents are narrated which are only to be met
with on American railroads 151

In which Phileas Fogg simply does his duty. 158

In which Fix the detective considerably furthers the interests of
Phileas Fogg 163

In which Phileas Fogg engages in a direct struggle with bad
fortune 17


In which Phileas Fogg shows himselfequal to the occasion 174
In which Phileas Fogg at last reaches London 18o

In which Phileas Fogg does not have to repeat his orders to
Passepartout twice 183

In which Phileas Fogg's name is once more at a premium on
'Change 187

In which it is shown that Phileas Fogg gained nothing by his
tour around the world, unless it were happiness 190


-" '

Phileas Fogg .mantlistpiece
Detective Fix .. 30
There was a cry of terror 65
Passepartout not at all frightened 72
The monument collapsed like a castle of cards 21
The bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash 149
And sometimes a pack of prairie wolves 168



MR. PHILEAS FOGG lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row,
Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform
Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention;
an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, except
that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he
resembled Byron,-at least that his head was Byronic; but he
was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand
years without growing old.
Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether
Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was never seen on 'Change,
nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the City;" no
ships ever came into London docks of which he was the owner;
he had no public employment; he had never been entered at
any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln's
Inn, or Gray's Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the
Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the Queen's Bench,
or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufac-
turer; nor was he a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His
name was strange to the scientific and learned societies, and he
never was known to take part in the sage deliberations of the
Royal Institution or the London Institution, the Artisan's Asso-
ciation or the Institution of Arts and Sciences. He belonged,
in fact, to none of the numerous societies which swarm in the


English capital, from the Harmonic to that of the Entomolo.
gists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing pernicious
Phileas Fogg was a member of the Reform, and that was all.
The way in which he got admission to this exclusive club was
simple enough.
He.was recommended by the Barings, with whom he had an
open credit. His checks were regularly paid at sight from his
account current, which was always flush.
Was Phileas Fogg rich ? Undoubtedly. But those who knew
him best could not imagine how he had made his fortune, and
Mr. Fogg was the last person to whom to apply for the infor-
mation. He was not lavish, nor, on the contrary, avaricious;
for whenever he knew that money was needed for a noble,
useful, or benevolent purpose, he supplied it quietly, and some-
times anonymously. He was, in short, the least communicative
of men. He talked very little, and seemed all the more myste-
rious for his taciturn manner. His daily habits were quite open
to observation; but whatever he did was so exactly the same
thing that he had always done before, that the wits of the curious
were fairly puzzled.
Had he travelled ? It was likely, for no one seemed to know
the world more familiarly; there was no spot so secluded that
he did not appear to have an intimate acquaintance with it. He
often corrected, with a few clear words, the thousand conjectures
advanced by members of the club as to lost and unheard-of
travellers, pointing out the true probabilities, and seeming as if
gifted with a sort of second sight, so often did events justify his
predictions. He must have travelled everywhere, at least in the
It was at least certain that Phileas Fogg had not absented
himself from London for many years. Those who were honoured
by a better acquaintance with him than the rest, declared that
nobody could pretend to have ever seen him anywhere else.
His sole pastimes were reading the papers and playing whist.
He often won at this game, wkich, as a silent one, harmonized
with his nature; but his winnings never went into his purse,
being reserved as a fund for his charities. Mr. Fogg played,
not to win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his
eyes a contest, a struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, un-
wearying struggle, congenial to his tastes.


Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children,
which may happen to the most honest people ; either relatives
or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived
alone in his house in Saville Row, whither none penetrated. A
single domestic sufficed to serve him. He breakfasted and
dined at the club, at hours mathematically fixed, in the same
room, at the same table, never taking his meals with other
members, much less bringing a guest with him; and went home
at exactly midnight, only to retire at once to bed. He never
used the cosy chambers which the Reform provides for its
favoured members. He passed ten hours out of the twenty-four
in Saville Row, either in sleeping or making his toilet. When
he chose to take a walk, it was with a regular step in the entrance
hall with its mosaic flooring, or in the circular gallery with its
dome supported by twenty red porphyry Ionic columns, and
illumined by blue painted windows. When he breakfasted or
dined, all the resources of the club-its kitchens and pantries,
its buttery and dairy-aided to crowd his table with their most
succulent stores; he was served by the gravest waiters, in dress
coats, and shoes with swan-skin soles, who proffered the viands
in special porcelain, and on the finest linen; club decanters, of
a lost mould, contained his sherry, his port, and his cinnamon-
spiced claret; while his beverages were refreshingly cooled with
ice, brought at great cost from the American lakes.
If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed
that there is something good in eccentricity !
The mansion in Saville Row, though not sumptuous, was
exceedingly comfortable. The habits of its occupant were such
as to demand but little from the sole domestic; but Phileas
Fogg required him to be almost superhumanly prompt and
regular. On this very 2nd of October he had dismissed James
Fdrster, because that luckless youth had brought him shaving-
water at eighty-four degrees Fahrenheit instead of eighty-six;
and he was awaiting his successor, who was due at the house
between eleven and half-past.
Phileas Fogg was seated squarely in his arm-chair, his feet
close together like those of a grenadier on parade, his hands
resting on his knees, his body straight, his head erect; he was
steadily watching a complicated clock which indicated the
hours, the minutes, the seconds, the days, the months, and the
years. At exactly half-past eleven M0. Fogg would, accord-


ing to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair to the
A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apart-
ment where Phileas Fogg was seated, and James Forster, the
dismissed servant, appeared.
"The new servant," said he.
A young man of thirty advanced and bowed.
"You are a Frenchman, I believe," asked Phileas Fogg, "and
your name is John ?"
"Jean, if monsieur pleases," replied the new-comer, "Jean
Passepartout, a surname which has clung to me because I have
a natural aptness for going out of one business into another. I
believe I'm honest, monsieur, but, to be outspoken, I've had
several trades. I've been an itinerant singer, a circus-rider,
when I used to vault like Leotard, and dance on a rope like
Blondin. Then I be a professor of gymnastics, so as to
make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fire-
man at Paris, and assisted at many a big fire. But I quitted
France five years ago, and, wishing to taste the sweets of
domestic life, took service as a valet here in England. Finding
myself out of place, and hearing that Monsieur Phileas Fogg was
the most exact and settled gentleman in the United Kingdom, I
have come to monsieur in the hope of living with him a tranquil
life, and forgetting even the name of Passepartout."
"Passepartout suits me," responded Mr. Fogg. "You are
well recommended to me; I hear a good report of you. You
know my conditions ?"
"Yes, monsieur."
Good. What time is it ?"
"Twenty-two minutes after eleven," returned Passepartout,
drawing an enormous silver watch from the depths of his
"You are too slow," said Mr. Fogg.
Pardon me, monsieur, it is impossible-"
"You are four minutes too slow. No matter; it's enough
to mention the error. Now from this moment, twenty-nine
minutes after eleven, a.m., this Wednesday, October 2nd, you
are in my service."
Phileas Fogg got up, took his hat in his left hand, put it on
his head with an automatic motion, and went off without a


Passepartout heard the street door shut once; it was his new
master going out. He heard it shut again; it was his prede-
cessor, James Forster, departing in his turn. Passepartout
remained alone in the house in Saville Row.

" FAITH," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen
people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master !"
Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and
are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to
make them human.
During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had
been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about
forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-
shaped figure; his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead
compact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth magni-
ficent. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what
physiognomists call repose in action," a quality of those who
act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye,
Mr. Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure
which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on
canvas. Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave
the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated
as a Leroy chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude
personified, and this was betrayed even in the expression of his
very hands and feet; for in men, as well as in animals, the
limbs themselves are expressive of the passions.
He was so exact that he was never in a hurry, was always
ready, and was economical alike of his steps and his motions.
He never took one step too many, and always went to his
destination by the shortest cut; he made no superfluous gestures,
and was never seen to be moved or agitated. He was the most
deliberate person in the world, yet always reached his destina-
tion at the exact moment.

He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social
relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be
taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed
against anybody.
As for Passepartout, he was a true Parisian of Paris. Since
he had abandoned his own country for England, taking service
as a valet, he had in vain searched for a master after his own
heart. Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces
depicted by Molibre, with a bold gaze and a nose held high in
the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a
trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good
round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend.
His eyes were blue, his complexion rubicund, his figure almost
portly and well built, his body muscular, and his physical powers
fully developed by the exercises of his younger days. His
brown hair was somewhat tumbled; for while the ancient
sculptors are said to have known eighteen methods of arranging
Minerva's tresses, Passepartout was familiar with but one of
dressing his own : three strokes of a large-tooth comb completed
his toilet.
It would be rash to predict how Passepartout's lively nature
would agree with Mr. Fogg. It was impossible to tell whether
the new servant would turn out as absolutely methodical as his
master required; experience alone could solve the question.
Passepartout had been a sort of vagrant in his early years, and
now yearned for repose; but so far he had failed to find it,
though he had already served in ten English houses. But he
could not take root in any of these; with chagrin he found his
masters invariably whimsical and irregular, constantly running
about the country, or on the look-out for adventure. His last
master, young Lord Longferry, Member of Parliament, after
passing his nights in the Haymarket taverns, was too often
brought home in the morning on policemen's shoulders. Passe-
partout, desirous of respecting the gentleman whom he served,
ventured a mild remonstrance on such conduct; which being ill
received, he took his leave. Hearing that Mr. Phileas Fogg
was looking for a servant, and that his life was one of unbroken
regularity, that he neither travelled nor stayed from home over-
night, he felt sure that this would be the place he was
after. He presented himself, and was accepted, as has been


At half-past eleven then, Passepartout found himself alone in
the house in Saville Row. He began its inspection without
delay, scouring it from cellar to garret. So clean, well-arranged,
solemn a mansion pleased him ; it seemed to him like a snail's
shell, lighted and warmed by gas, which sufficed for both these
purposes. When Passepartout reached the second story, he
recognized at once the room which he was to inhabit, and he
was well satisfied with it. Electric bells and speaking-tubes
afforded communication with the lower stories; while on the
mantel stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr.
Fogg's bedchamber, both beating the same second at the siane
instant. "That's good, that'll do," said Passepartout to
He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which,
upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine
of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant,
from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg
rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform
Club,-all the details of service, the tea and toast at twenty-three
minutes past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes
past nine, and the toilet at twenty minutes before ten. Every-
thing was regulated and foreseen that was to be done from half-
past eleven a.m. till midnight, the hour at which the methodical
gentleman retired.
Mr. Fogg's wardrobe was amply supplied and in the best
taste. Each pair of trowsers, coat, and vest bore a number,
indicating the time of year and season at which they were in
turn to be laid out for wearing; and the same system was
applied to the master's shoes. In short, the house in Saville
Row, which must have been a very temple of disorder and
unrest under the illustrious but dissipated Sheridan, was cosiness, *
comfort, and method idealized. There was no study, nor were
there books, which would have been quite useless to Mr. Fogg;
for at the Reform two libraries, one of general literature and the
other of law and politics, were at his service. A moderate-sized
safe stood in his bedroom, constructed so as to defy fire as well
as burglars; but Passepartout found neither arms nor hunting
weapons anywhere; everything betrayed the most tranquil and
peaceable habits.
Having scrutinized the house from top to bottom, he rubbed
his hands, a broad smile overspread his features, and he said


joyfully, "This is just what I wanted! Ah, we shall get on
together, Mr. Fogg and I! What a domestic and regular
gentleman! A real machine; well, I don't mind serving a

PHILEAS FOGG, having shut the door of his house at half-past
eleven, and having put his right foot before his left five hundred
and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his right five
hundred and seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an
imposing edifice in Pall Mall, which could not have cost less
than three millions. He repaired at once to the dining-room,
the nine windows of which open upon a tasteful garden, where
the trees were already gilded with an autumn colouring; and
took his place at the habitual table, the cover of which had
already been laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-
dish, a broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast
beef garnished with mushrooms, a rhubarb and gooseberry tart,
and a morsel of Cheshire cheese, the whole being washed down
with several cups of tea, for which the Reform is famous. He
rose at thirteen minutes to one, and directed his steps towards
the large hall, a sumptuous apartment adorned with lavishly-
framed paintings. A flunkey handed him an uncut Times, which
he proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with
this delicate operation. The perusal of this paper absorbed
Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the Standard,
his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Dinner passed
as breakfast had done, and Mr. Fogg reappeared in the reading-
room and sat down to the Pall Mall at twenty minutes before
Half an hour later several members of the Reform came
in and drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily
burning. They were Mr. Fogg's usual partners at whist;
Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John Sullivan and Samuel
Fallentin, bankers; Thomas Flanagan, a brewer; and Gauthiei


Ralph, one of the Directors of the Bank of England ;-all rich
and highly respectable personages, even in a club which com-
prises the princes of English trade and finance.
"Well, Ralph," said Thomas Flanagan, "what about that
robbery ?"
"Oh," replied Stuart, "the bank will lose the money.".
"On the contrary," broke in Ralph, I hope we may put our
hands on the robber. Skilful detectives have been sent to all
the principal ports of America and the Continent, and he'll be a
clever fellow if he slips through their fingers."
"But have you got the robber's description ?" asked Stuart.
"In the first place, he is no robber at all," returned Ralph,
"What! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five thousand
pounds, no robber?"
"Perhaps he's a manufacturer, then."
"The Daily Telegraplk says that he is a gentleman."
It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind
his newspapers, who made this remark. He bowed to his friends,
and entered into the conversation. The affair which formed its
subject, and which was town talk, had occurred three days before
at the Bank of England. A package of bank-notes, to the value
of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken from the principal
cashier's table, that functionary being at the moment engaged in
registering the receipt of three shillings and sixpence. Of course
he could not have his eyes everywhere. Let it be observed that
the Bank of England reposes a touching confidence in the
honesty of the public. There are neither guards nor gratings to
protect its treasures; gold, silver, bank-notes are freely exposed,
at the mercy of the first comer. A keen observer of English
customs relates that, being in one of the rooms of the Bank one
day, he had the curiosity to examine a gold ingot weighing
some seven or eight pounds. He took it up, scrutinized it,
passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man, and so on until
the ingot, going from hand to hand, was transferred to the end
of a dark entry; nor did it return to its place for half an hour.
Meanwhile, the cashier had not so much as raised his head.
But in the present instance things had not gone so smoothly.
The package of notes not being found when five o'clock sounded
from the ponderous clock in the drawing office," the amount


was passed to the account of profit and loss. As soon as the
robbery was discovered, picked detectives hastened off to Liver-
pool, Glasgow, Havre, Suez, Brindisi, New York, and other
ports, inspired by the proffered reward of two thousand pounds,
and five per cent. on the sum that might be recovered. Detec-
tives were also charged with narrowly watching those who arrived
at or left London by rail, and a judicial examination was at once
entered upon.
There were real grounds for supposing, as the Daily Telegrapfh
said, that the thief did not belong to a professional band. On the
day of the robbery a well-dressed gentleman of polished manners,
and with a well-to-do air, had been observed going to and fro in
the paying-room,where the crime was committed. A description of
him was easily procured, andsent to the detectives; and some hope-
ful spirits, of whom Ralph was one, did not despair of his appre-
hension. The papers and clubs were full of the affair, and every-
where people were discussing the probabilities of a successful
pursuit; and the Reform Club was especially agitated, several of
its members being Bank officials.
Ralph would not concede that the work of the detectives was
likely to be in vain, for he thought that the prize offered would
greatly stimulate their zeal and activity. But Stuart was far
from sharing this confidence; and as they placed themselves at
the whist-table, they continued to argue the matter. Stuart and
Flanagan played together, while Phileas Fogg had Fallentin for
his partner. As the game proceeded the conversation ceased,
excepting between the rubbers, when it revived again.
I maintain," said Stuart, that the chances are in favour of
the thief, who must be a shrewd fellow."
Well, but where can he fly to ? asked Ralph. No country
is safe for him."
"Pshaw !"
"Where could he go, then?"
Oh, I don't know that. The world is big enough."
It was once," said Phileas Fogg, in a low tone. Cut, sir,"
he added, handing the cards to Thomas Flanagan.
The discussion fell during the rubber, after which Stuart took
up its thread.
"What do you mean by 'once'? Has the world grown
smaller ?"
"Certainly," returned Ralph. I agree with Mr. Fogg. The


world has grown smaller, since a man can now go round it ten
times more quickly than a hundred years ago. And that is why
the search for this thief will be more likely to succeed."
And also why the thief can get away more easily."
Be so good as to play, Mr. Stuart," said Phileas Fogg.
But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and when the
hand was finished, said eagerly: "You have a strange way,
Ralph, of proving that the world has grown smaller. So, be-
cause you can go round it in three months-"
In eighty days," interrupted Phileas Fogg.
"That is true, gentlemen," added John Sullivan. "Only
eighty days, now that the section between Rothal and Allahabad,
on the Great Indian Peninsula Railway, has been opened. Here
is the estimate made by the Daily Telegraf :-
From London to Suez vid Mont Cenis and Brin-
disi, by rail and steamboats 7 days.
From Suez to Bombay, by steamer 13
From Bombay to Calcutta, by rail 3 ,
From Calcutta to Hong Kong, by steamer 13 ,,
From Hong Kong to Yokohama (Japan), by
steamer 6
From Yokohama to San Francisco, by steamer 22
From San Francisco to New York, by rail .7 ,
From New York to London, by steamer and rail 9 ,

Total 8 days.

"Yes, in eighty days!" exclaimed Stuart, who in his excite-
ment made a false deal. But that doesn't take into account
bad weather, contrary winds, shipwrecks, railway accidents, and
so on."
"All included," returned Phileas Fogg, continuing to play
despite the discussion.
"But suppose the Hindoos or Indians pull up the rails,"
replied Stuart; suppose they stop the trains, pillage the
luggage-vans, and scalp the passengers !"
All included," calmly retorted Fogg; adding, as he threw
down the cards, Two trumps."
Stuart, whose turn it was to deal, gathered them up, and went
on: You are right theoretically, Mr. Fogg, but practically-"
"Practically also, Mr. Stuart."
B 2


I'd like to see you do it in eighty days."
"It depends on you. Shall we go ?"
"Heaven preserve me But I would wager four thousand
pounds that such a journey, made under these conditions, is
Quite possible, on the contrary," returned Mr. Fogg.
"Well, make it, then!"
"The journey round the world in eighty days ?"
"I should like nothing better."
"At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your
It's absurd!" cried Stuart, who was beginning to be annoyed
at the persistency of his friend. Come, let's go on with the
Deal over again, then," said Phileas Fogg. "There's a false
Stuart took up the pack with a feverish hand; then suddenly
put them down again.
"Well, Mr. Fogg," said he, "it shall be so: I will wager the
four thousand on it."
Calm yourself, my dear Stuart," said Fallentin. "It's only
a joke."
"When I say I'll wager," returned Stuart, I mean it."
"All right," said Mr. Fogg; and, turning to the others, he
continued, I have a deposit of twenty thousand at Baring's
which I will willingly risk upon it."
"Twenty thousand pounds!" cried Sullivan. Twenty
thousand pounds, which you would lose by a single accidental
delay !"
The unforeseen does not exist," quietly replied Phileas Fogg.
But, Mr. Fogg, eighty days are only the estimate of the least
possible time in which the journey can be made."
A well-used minimum suffices for everything."
But, in order not to exceed it, you must jump mathematically
from the trains upon the steamers, and from the steamers upon
the trains again."
I will jump-mathematically."
"You are joking."
"A true Englishman doesn't joke when he is talking about


so serious a thing as a wager," replied Phileas Fogg, solemnly.
"I will bet twenty thousand pounds against any one who wishes,
that I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less; in
nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen
thousand two hundred minutes. Do you accept ?"
"We accept," replied Messrs. Stuart, Fallentin, Sullivan,
Flanagan, and Ralph, after consulting each other.
"Good," said Mr. Fogg. The train leaves for Dover at a
quarter before nine. I will take it."
"This very evening ?" asked Stuart.
This very evening," returned Phileas Fogg. He took out
and consulted a pocket almanac, and added, "As to-day is
Wednesday, the second of October, I shall be due in London, in
this very room of the Reform Club, on Saturday, the twenty-
first of December, at a quarter before nine p.m.; or else the
twenty thousand pounds, now deposited in my name at Baring's,
will belong to you, in fact and in right, gentlemen. Here is a
check for the amount."
A memorandum of the wager was at once drawn up and
signed by the six parties, during which Phileas Fogg preserved
a stoical composure. He certainly did not bet to win, and had
only staked the twenty thousand pounds, half of his fortune,
because he foresaw that he might have to expend the other half
to carry out this difficult, not to say unattainable, project. As
for his antagonists, they seemed much agitated; not so much by
the value of their stake, as because they had some scruples
about betting under conditions so difficult to their friend.
The clock struck seven, and the party offered to suspend the
game so that Mr. Fogg might make his preparations for de-
I am quite ready now," was his tranquil response.
"Diamonds are trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen."

HAVING won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of his


friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven, left the
Reform Club.
Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the programme
of his duties, was more than surprised to see his master guilty of
the inexactness of appearing at this unaccustomed hour; for,
according to rule, he was not due in Saville Row until precisely
Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, Passe-
Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was
called; it was not the right hour.
"Passepartout!" repeated Mr. Fogg, without raising his
Passepartout made his appearance.
"I've called you twice," observed his master.
"But it is not midnight," responded the other, showing his
"I know it; I don't blame you. We start for Dover and
Calais in ten minutes."
A puzzled grin overspread Passepartout's round face; clearly
he had not comprehended his master.
Monsieur is going to leave home ?"
"Yes," returned Phileas Fogg. "We are going round the
Passepartout opened wide his eyes, raised his eyebrows, held
up his hands, and seemed about to collapse, so overcome was
he with stupefied astonishment.
"Round the world !" he murmured.
In eighty days," responded Mr. Fogg. So we haven't a
moment to lose."
"But the trunks?" gasped Passepartout, unconsciously
swaying his head from right to left.
We'll have no trunks; only a carpet-bag, with two shirts
and three pairs of stockings for me, and the same for you. We'll
buy our clothes on the way. Bring down my mackintosh and
travelling-cloak, and some stout shoes, though we shall do little
walking. Make haste !"
Passepartout tried to reply, but could not. He went out,
mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and muttered:
"That's good, that is And I who wanted to remain quiet !"
He mechanically set about making the preparations fgr


departure. Around the world in eighty days Was his master a
fool? No. Was this a joke, then? They were going to Dover;
good. To Calais; good again. After all, Passepartout, who
had been away from France five years, would not be sorry to
set foot on his native soil again. Perhaps they would go as far
as Paris, and it would do his eyes good to see Paris once more.
But surely a gentleman so chary of his steps would stop there;
no doubt,-but, then, it was none the less true that he was going
away, this so domestic person hitherto !
By eight o'clock Passepartout had packed the modest carpet-
bag, containing the wardrobes of his master and himself; then,
still troubled in mind, he carefully shut the door of his room,
and descended to Mr. Fogg.
Mr. Fogg was quite ready. Under his arm might have been
observed a red-bound copy of "Bradshaw's Continental Railway
Steam Transit and General Guide," with its time-tables showing
the arrival and departure of steamers and railways. He took
the carpet-bag, opened it, and slipped into it a goodly roll of
Bank of England notes, which would pass wherever he might go.
You have forgotten nothing ? asked he.
"Nothing, monsieur."
"My mackintosh and cloak ?"
Here they are."
"Good. Take this carpet-bag," handing it to Passepartout.
"Take good care of it, for there are twenty thousand pounds
in it."
Passepartout nearly dropped the bag, as if the twenty
thousand pounds were in gold, and weighed him down.
Master and man then descended, the street-door was double-
locked, and at the end of Saville Row they took a cab and drove
rapidly to Charing Cross. The cab stopped before the railway
station at twenty minutes past eight. Passepartout jumped off
the box and followed his master, who, after paying the cabman,
was about to enter the station, when a poor beggar-woman, with
a child in her arms, her naked feet smeared with mud, her head
covered with a wretched bonnet, from which hung a tattered
feather, and her shoulders shrouded in a ragged shawl,
approached, and mournfully asked for alms.
Mr. Fogg took out the twenty guineas he had just won at
whist, and handed them to the beggar, saying, Here, my good
woman. I'm glad that I met you;" and passed on.


Passepartout had a moist sensation about the eyes; his
master's action touched his susceptible heart.
Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily pur-
chased, Mr. Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he
perceived his five friends of the Reform.
"Well, gentlemen," said he, I'm off, you see; and if you
will examine my passport when I get back, you will be able to
judge whether I have accomplished the journey agreed upon."
Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr. Fogg," said Ralph,
politely. We will trust your word, as a gentleman of honour."
"You do not forget when you are due in London again ?"
asked Stuart.
In eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of December, 1872,
at a quarter before nine, p.m. Good-bye, gentlemen."
Phileas Fogg and his servant seated themselves in a first-
class carriage at twenty minutes before nine; five minutes later
the whistle screamed, and the train slowly glided out of the
The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling.
Phileas Fogg, snugly esconced in his corner, did not open his
lips. Passepartout, not yet recovered from his stupefaction,
clung mechanically to the carpet-bag, with its enormous
Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, Passepar-
tout suddenly uttered a cry of despair.
"What's the matter ?" asked Mr. Fogg.
"Alas In my hurry-I-forgot--"
To turn off the gas in my room !"
"Very well, young man," returned Mr. Fogg, coolly; "it will
burn-at your expense."

PHILEAS FOGG rightly suspected that his departure from London


would create a lively sensation at the West End. The news of
the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an
exciting topic of conversation to its members. From the Club
it soon got into the papers throughout England. The boasted
"tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as
much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim.
Some took sides with Phileas Fogg, but the large majority shook
their heads and declared against him; it was absurd, impossible,
they declared, that the tour of the world could be made, except
theoretically and on paper, in this minimum of time, and with
the existing means of travelling. The Times, Standard, AMorning
Post, and Daily News, and twenty other highly respectable
newspapers, scouted Mr. Fogg's project as madness; the Daily
Telegraph alone hesitatingly supported him. People in general
thought him a lunatic, and blamed his Reform Club friends for
having accepted a wager which betrayed the mental aberration
of its proposer.
Articles no less passionate than logical appeared on the
question, for geography is one of the pet subjects of the English;
and the columns devoted to Phileas Fogg's venture were eagerly
devoured by all classes of readers. At first some rash indi-
viduals, principally of the gentler sex, espoused his cause, which:
became still more popular when the Illustrated London News
came out with his portrait, copied from a photograph in the
Reform Club. A few readers of the Daily Telegraph even dared
to say, "Why not, after all ? Stranger things have come to
At last a long article appeared, on the 7th of October, in the
bulletin of the Royal Geographical Society, which treated the
question from every point of view, and demonstrated the utter
folly of the enterprise.
Everything, it said, was against the travellers, every obstacle
imposed alike by man and by nature. A miraculous agreement
of the times of departure and arrival, which was impossible,
was absolutely necessary to his success. He might, perhaps,
reckon on the arrival of trains at the designated hours, in
Europe, where the distances were relatively moderate; but when
he calculated upon crossing India in three days, and the United
States in seven, could he rely beyond misgiving upon accom-
plishing his task? There were accidents to machinery, the
liability of trains to run off the line, collisions, bad weather, the


blocking up by snow,-were not all these against Phileas Fogg ?
Would he not find himself, when travelling by steamer in winter,
at the mercy of the winds and fogs ? Is it uncommon for the
best ocean steamers to be two or three days behind time? But
a single delay would suffice to fatally break the chain of com-
munication; should Phileas Fogg once miss, even by an hour,
a steamer, he would have to wait for the next, and that would
irrevocably render his attempt vain.
This article made a great deal of noise, and being copied
into all the papers, seriously depressed the advocates of the rash
Everybody knows that England is the world of betting men,
who are of a higher class than mere gamblers; to bet is in the
English temperament. Not only the members of the Reform,
but the general public, made heavy wagers for or against Phileas
Fogg, who was set down in the betting books as if he were a
race-horse. Bonds were issued, and made their appearance on
'Change; "Phileas Fogg bonds" ware offered at par or at a
premium, and a great business was done in them. But five days
after the article in the bulletin of the Geographical Society
appeared, the demand began to subside: "Phileas Fogg" de-
clined. They were offered by packages, at first of five, then of
ten, until at last nobody would take less then twenty, fifty, a
Lord Albemarle, an elderly, paralytic gentleman, was now the
only advocate of Phileas Fogg left. This noble lord, who was
fastened to his chair, would have given his fortune to be able to
make the tour of the world, if it took ten years ; and he bet five
thousand pounds on Phileas Fogg. When the folly as well as
the uselessness of the adventure was pointed out to him, he
contented himself with replying, If the thing is feasible, the
first to do it ought to be an Englishman."
The Fogg party dwindled more and more, everybody was
going against him, and the bets stood a hundred and fifty and
two hundred to one; and a week after his departure, an
incident occurred which deprived him of backers at any
The commissioner of police was sitting in his office at nine
o'clock one evening, when the following telegraphic despatch
was put into his hands:-


Suez to London.
I've found the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. Send without delay
warrant of arrest to Bombay.
FIx, Detective.
The effect of this despatch was instantaneous. The polished
gentleman disappeared to give place to the bank robber. His
photograph, which was hung with those of the rest of the
members at the Reform Club, was minutely examined, and it
betrayed, feature by feature, the description of the robber which
had been provided to the police. The mysterious habits of
Phileas Fogg were recalled; his solitary ways, his sudden de-
parture ; and it seemed clear that, in undertaking a tour round
the world on the pretext of a wager, he had had no other end in
view than to elude the detectives, and throw them off his track.

THE circumstances under which this telegraphic despatch
about Phileas Fogg was sent were as follows :-
The steamer "Mongolia," belonging to the Peninsula and
Oriental Company, built of iron, of two thousand eight hundred
tons burden, and five hundred horse-power, was due at eleven
o'clock a.m. on Wednesday, the 9th of October, at Suez. The
" Mongolia" plied regularly between Brindisi and Bombay vid
the Suez Canal, and was one of the fastest steamers belonging
to the company, always making more than ten knots an hour
between Brindisi and Suez, and nine and a half between Suez
and Bombay.
Two men were promenading up and down the wharves,
among the crowd of natives and strangers who were sojourning
at this once straggling village-now, thanks to the enterprise ot
M. Lesseps, a fast-growing town. One was the British consul
at Suez, who, despite the prophecies of the English Govern-


ment, and the unfavourable predictions of Stephenson, was in
the habit of seeing, from his office window, English ships daily
passing to and fro on the great canal, by which the old round-
about route from England to India by the Cape of Good Hope
was abridged by at least a half. The other was a small, slight-
built personage, with a nervous, intelligent face, and bright eyes
peering out from under eyebrows which he was incessantly
twitching. He was just now manifesting unmistakable signs of
impatience, nervously pacing up and down, and unable to stand
still for a moment. This was Fix, one of the detectives who had
been despatched from England in search of the bank-robber;
it was his task to narrowly watch every passenger who arrived
at Suez, and to follow up all who seemed to be suspicious cha-
racters, or bore a resemblance to the description of the criminal,
which he had received two days before from the police head-
quarters at London. The detective was evidently inspired by
the hope of obtaining the splendid reward which would be the
prize of success, and awaited with a feverish impatience, easy to
understand, the arrival of the steamer Mongolia."
So you say, consul," asked he for the twentieth time, that
this steamer is never behind time ?"
No, Mr. Fix," replied the consul. She was bespoken yes-
terday at Port Said, and the rest of the way is of no account to
such a craft. I repeat that the 'Mongolia' has been in advance
of the time required by the company's regulations, and gained
the prize awarded for excess of speed."
Does she come directly from Brindisi ?"
Directly from Brindisi; she takes on the Indian mails there,
and she left there Saturday at five p.m. Have patience, Mr.
Fix; she will not be late. But really I don't see how, from the
description you have, you will be able to recognize your man,
even if he is on board the Mongolia.'"
A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul, than
recognizes them. You must have a scent for them, and a scent
is like a sixth sense which combines hearing, seeing, and
smelling. I've arrested more than one of these gentlemen in my
time, and if my thief is on board, I'll answer for it, he'll not slip
through my fingers."
I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery."
"A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five thousand pounds!
We don't often have such windfalls. Burglars are getting to be



so contemptible nowadays A fellow gets hung for a handful
of shillings !"
Mr. Fix," said the consul, I like your way of talking, and
hope you'll succeed; but I fear you will find it far from easy.
Don't you see, the description which you have there has a
singular resemblance to an honest man?"
Consul," remarked the detective, dogmatically, "great
robbers always resemble honest folks. Fellows who have
rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to
remain honest; otherwise they would be arrested off-hand.
The artistic thing is, to unmask honest countenances; it's no
light task, I admit, but a real art."
Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-conceit.
Little by little the scene on the quay became more animated;
sailors of various nations, merchants, shipbrokers, porters,
fellahs, bustled to and fro as if the steamer were immediately
expected. The weather was clear, and slightly chilly. The
minarets of the town loomed above the houses in the pale rays
of the sun. A jetty pier, some two thousand yards long, ex-
tended into the roadstead. A number of fishing-smacks and
coasting boats, some retaining the fantastic fashion. of ancient
galleys, were discernible on the Red Sea.
As he passed among the busy crowd, Fix, according to habit,
scrutinized the passers-by with a keen, rapid glance.
It was now half-past ten.
The steamer doesn't come !" he exclaimed, as the port clock
She can't be far off now," returned his companion.
"How long will she stop at Suez ?"
Four hours; long enough to get in her coal. It is thirteen
hundred and ten miles from Suez to Aden, at the other end of
the Red Sea, and she has to take in a fresh coal supply."
"And does she go from Suez directly to Bombay ?"
"Without putting in anywhere."
Good," said Fix. If the robber is on board, he will no
doubt get off at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch or French
colonies in Asia by some other route. He ought to know that
he would not be safe an hour in India, which is English soil."
Unless," objected the consul, "he is exceptionally shrewd.
An English criminal, you know, is always better concealed in
London than anywhere else."

This observation furnished the detective food for thought, and
meanwhile the consul went away to his office. Fix, left alone,
was more impatient than ever, having a presentiment that the
robber was on board the Mongolia." If he had indeed left
London intending to reach the New World, he would naturally
take the route vid India, which was less watched and more
difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic. But Fix's reflections
were soon interrupted by a succession of sharp whistles, which
announced the arrival of the "Mongolia." The porters and
fellahs rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from
the shore to go and meet the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull
appeared passing along between the banks, and eleven o'clock
struck as she anchored in the road. She brought an unusual
number of passengers, some of whom remained on deck to scan
the picturesque panorama of the town, while the greater part
disembarked in the boats, and landed on the quay.
Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each face and
figure which made its appearance. Presently one of the pas-
sengers, after vigorously pushing his way through the impor-
tunate crowd of porters, came up to him, and politely asked if
he could point out the English consulate, at the same time
showing a passport which he wished to have visaed. Fix
instinctively took the passport, and with a rapid glance read the
description of its bearer. An involuntary motion of surprise
nearly escaped him, for the description in the passport was
identical with that of the bank-robber which he had received
from Scotland Yard.
Is this your passport ?" asked he.
"No, it's my master's."
"And your master is-"
"He stayed on board."
"But he must go to the consul's in person, so as to establish
his identity."
Oh, is that necessary?"
Quite indispensable."
"And where is the consulate ?"
"There, on the corner of the square," said Fix, pointing to a
house two hundred steps off.
I'll go and fetch my master, who won't be much pleased,
however, to be disturbed."
The passenger bowed to Fix, and returned to the steamer.


THE detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made his
way to the consul's office, where he was at once admitted to the
presence of that official.
Consul," said he, without preamble, I have strong reasons
for believing that my man is a passenger on the Mongolia.'"
And he narrated what had just passed concerning the passport.
"Well, Mr. Fix," replied the consul, I shall not be sorry to
see the rascal's face; but perhaps he won't come here,-that is,
if he is the person you suppose him to be. A robber doesn't
quite like to leave traces of his flight behind him ; and besides,
he is not obliged to have his passport countersigned."
"If he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will come."
"To have his passport visaed?"
"Yes. Passports are only good for annoying honest folks,
and aiding in the flight of rogues. I assure you it will be quite
the thing for him to do; but I hope you will not visa the
"Why not? If the passport is genuine, I have no right to
Still I must keep this man here until I can get a warrant to
arrest him from London."
"Ah, that's your look-out. But I cannot-"
The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a knock
was heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one of whonr
was the servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The'other,
who was his master, held out his passport with the request that
the consul would do him the favour to visa it. The consul took
the document and carefully read it, whilst Fix observed, or
rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes from a corner of the
"You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?" said the consul, after reading
the passport.
I am."
"And this man is your servant?"
He is; aFrenchman, named Passepartout."

"You are from London ?"
"And you are going-"
"To Bombay."
Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, and that
no passport is required ?"
I know it sir," replied Phileas Fogg; "but I wish to prove,
by your visa, that I came by Suez."
"Very well, sir."
The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after
which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the customary
fee, coldly bowed, and went out, followed by his servant.
Well ?" queried the detective.
Well, he looks and acts like a perfectly honest man," replied
the consul.
"Possibly; but that is not the question. Do you think,
consul, that this phlegmatic gentleman resembles, feature by
feature, the robber whose description I have received ?"
"I concede that; but then, you know, all descriptions--"
I'll make certain of it," interrupted Fix. "The servant
seems to me less mysterious than the master; besides, he's a
Frenchman, and can't help talking. Excuse me for a little
while, consul."
Fix started off in search of Passepartout.
Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, repaired to
the quay, gave some orders to Passepartout, went off to tile
" Mongolia" in a boat, and descended to his cabin. He took
up his note-book, which contained the following memoranda:
Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8.45 p.m.
Reached Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 7.20 a.m.
Left Paris, Thursday, at 8.40 a.m.
Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, October 4th, at
6.35 a.m.
Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m.
Arrived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 4 p.m.
"Sailed oh the 'Mongolia,' Saturday, at 5 p.m.
Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th, at I a.m.
"Total of hours spent, I58 ; or, in days, six days and a
These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided into
columns, indicating the month, the day of the month, and the


day for the stipulated and actual arrivals at each principal
point,-Paris, Brindisi, Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong
Kong, Yokohama, San Francisco, New York, and London,-
from the 2nd of October to the 21st of December; and giving
a space for setting down the gain made or the loss suffered on
arrival at each locality. This methodical record thus contained
an account of everything needed, and Mr. Fogg always knew
whether he was behindhand or in advance of his time. On this
Friday, October 9th, he noted his arrival at Suez, and observed
that he had as yet neither gained nor lost. He sat down quietly
to breakfast in his cabin, never once thinking of inspecting the
town, being one of those Englishmen who are wont to see foreign
countries through the eyes of their domestics.

FIx soon rejoined Passepartout, who was lounging and looking
about on the quay, as if he did not feel that he, at least, was
obliged not to see anything.
"Well, my friend," said the detective, coming up with him,
"is your passport visaed?"
"Ah, it's you, is it, monsieur?" responded Passepartout.
"Thanks, yes, the passport is all right."
"And you are looking about you ?"
"Yes, but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying in a
dream. So this is Suez ?"
In Egypt ?"
Certainly, in Egypt."
"And in Africa?"
In Africa."
In Africa !" repeated Passepartout. "Just think, monsieur,
I had no idea that we should go farther than Paris; and all that
I saw of Paris was between twenty minutes past seven and
twenty minutes before nine in the morning, between the Northern

and the Lyons stations, through the windows of a car, and in a
driving rain How I regret not having seen once more Pere la
Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elys6es I"
You are in a great hurry, then ? "
"I am not, but my master is. By the way, I must buy some
shoes and shirts. We came away without trunks, only with a
"I will show you an excellent shop for getting what you
"Really, monsieur, you are very kind."
And they walked off together, Passepartout chatting volubly
as they went along.
"Above all," said he, don't let me lose the steamer."
You have plenty of time; it's only twelve o'clock."
Passepartout pulled out his big watch. Twelve !" he ex-
claimed; why it's only eight minutes before ten."
"Your watch is slow."
"My watch? A family watch, monsieur, which has come
down from my great-grandfather It doesn't vary five minutes
in the year; it's a perfect chronometer, look you."
"I see how it is," said Fix. "You have kept London -time,
which is two hours behind that of Suez. You ought to regulate
your watch at noon in each country."
"I regulate my watch ? 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 worthy fellow returned the watch to its fob with a
defiant gesture. After a few minutes' silence, Fix resumed:
"You left London hastily, then ?"
"I rather think so Last Friday at eight o'clock in the
evening, Monsieur Fogg came home from his club, and three
quarters of an hour afterwards we were off."
But where is your master going ?"
"Always straight ahead. He is going round the world."
Round the world ?" cried Fix.
"Yes, and in eighty days He says it is on a wager; but,
between us, I don't believe a word of it. That wouldn't be
common sense. There's something else in the wind."
"Ah Mr. Fogg is a character, is he ?"
I should say he was."


"Is he rich ?"
"No doubt, for he is carrying an enormous sum in bran-new
bank notes with him. And he doesn't spare the money on the
way, either: he has offered a large reward to the engineer of
the 'Mongolia' if he gets us to Bombay well in advance of
And you have known your master a long time?"
Why, no ; I entered his service the very day we left London."
The effect of these replies upon the already suspicious and
excited detective may be imagined. The hasty departure from
London soon after the robbery; the large sum carried by Mr.
Fogg; his eagerness to reach distant countries; the pretext of
an eccentric and foolhardy bet,-all confirmed Fix in his theory.
He continued to pump poor Passepartout, and learned that he
really knew little or nothing of his master, who lived a solitary
existence in London, was said to be rich, though no one knew
whence came his riches, and was mysterious and impenetrable
in his affairs and habits. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would
not land at Suez, but was really going on to Bombay.
Is Bombay far from here ? asked Passepartout.
"Pretty far. It is a ten days' voyage by sea."
"And in what country is Bombay ?"
In Asia?"
"The deuce! I was going to tell you,-there's one thing that
worries me,-my burner !"
"What burner ?"
My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which is at
this moment burning-at my expense. I have calculated,
monsieur, that I lose two shillings every four and twenty hours,
exactly sixpence more than I earn ; and you will understand
that the longer our journey-"
Did Fix pay any attention to Passepartout's trouble about the
gas ? It is not probable. He was not listening, but was cogi-
tating a project. Passepartout and he had now reached the shop,
where Fix left his companion to make his purchases, after
recommending him not to miss the steamer, and hurried back
to the consulate. Now that he was fully convinced, Fix had
quite recovered his equanimity.
"Consul," said he, "I have no longer any doubt. I have

spotted my man. He passes himself off as an odd stick, who is
going round the world in eighty days."
"Then he's a sharp fellow," returned the consul, "and counts
on returning to London after putting the police of the two con-
tinents off his track."
"We'll see about that," replied Fix.
But are you not mistaken ?"
I a:i. not mistaken."
S"Why was this robber so anxious to prove, by the visa, that
he had passed through Suez ? "
"Why? I have no idea; but listen to me."
He reported in a few words the most important parts of his
conversation with Passepartout.
In short," said the consul, appearances are wholly against
this man. And what are you going to do ? "
"Send a despatch to London for a warrant of arrest to be
despatched instantly to Bombay, take passage on board the
'Mongolia,' follow my rogue to India, and there, on English
ground, arrest him politely, with my warrant in my hand, and
my hand on his shoulder."
Having uttered these words with a cool, careless air, the
detective took leave of the consul, and repaired to the telegraph
office, whence he sent the despatch which we have seen to the
London police office. A quarter of an hour later found Fix,
with a small bag in his hand, proceeding on board the Mon-
golia ;" and ere many moments longer, the noble steamer rode
out at full steam upon the waters of the Red Sea.

THE distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen
hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company
allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which
to traverse it. The "Mongolia," thanks to the vigorous exer-
tions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to


reach her destination considerably within that time. The greater
part of the passengers from Brindisi were bound for India-
some for Bombay, others for Calcutta by way of Bombay, the
nearest route thither, now that a railway crosses the Indian
peninsula. Among the passengers was a number of officials and
military officers of various grades, the latter being either attached
to the regular British forces, or commanding the Sepoy troops,
and receiving high salaries ever since the central government
has assumed the powers of the East India Company; for the
sub-lieutenants get 28o/., brigadiers 24001., and generals of
division, 40001. What with the military men, a number of rich
young Englishmen on their travels, and the hospitable efforts of
the purser, the time passed quickly on the "Mongolia." The
best of fare was spread upon the cabin tables at breakfast, lunch,
dinner, and the eight o'clock supper, and the ladies scrupulously
changed their toilets twice a day; and the hours were whiled
away, when the sea was tranquil, with music, dancing, and
But the Red Sea is full of caprice, and often boisterous, like
most long and narrow gulfs. When the wind came from the
African or Asian coast, the "Mongolia," with her long hull,
rolled fearfully. Then the ladies speedily disappeared below;
the pianos were silent; singing and dancing suddenly ceased.
Yet the good ship ploughed straight on, unretarded by wind or
wave, towards the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb. What was Phileas
Fogg doing all this time? It might be thought that, in his
anxiety, he would be constantly watching the changes of the
wind, the disorderly raging of the billows-every chance, in
short, which might force the Mongolia to slacken her speed
and thus interrupt his journey. But if he thought of these
possibilities, he did not betray the fact by any outward sign.
Always the same impassible member of the Reform Club,
whom no incident could surprise, as unvarying as the ship's
chronometers, and seldom having the curiosity even to go upon
the deck, he passed through the memorable scenes of the Red
Sea with cold indifference ; did not care to recognize the historic
towns and villages which, along its borders, raised their pictu-
resque outlines against the sky; and betrayed no fear of the
dangers of the Arabic Gulf, which the old historians always
spoke of with horror, and upon which the ancient navigators
never ventured without propitiating the gods by ample sacrifices.


How did this eccentric personage pass his time on the Mon-
golia" ? He made his four hearty meals every day, regardless
of the most persistent rolling and pitching on the part of the
steamer; and he played whist indefatigably, for he had found
partners as enthusiastic in the game as himself. A tax-collector,
on the .way to his post at Goa; the Rev. Decimus Smith,
returning to his parish at Bombay; and a brigadier-general of
the English army, who was about to rejoin his brigade at Benares,
made up the party, and, with Mr. Fogg, played whist by the
hour together in absorbing silence.
As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea-sickness, and
took his meals conscientiously in the forward cabin. He rather
enjoyed the voyage, for he was well fed and well lodged, took a
great interest in the scenes through which they were passing,
and consoled himself with the delusion that his master's whim
would end at Bombay. He was pleased, on the day after leav-
ing Suez, to find on deck the obliging person with whom he had
walked and chatted on the quays.
"If I am not mistaken," said he, approaching this person
with his most amiable smile, "you are the gentleman who so
kindly volunteered to guide me at Suez ?"
"Ah! I quite recognize you. You are the servant of the
strange Englishman-"
"Just so, Monsieur-"
Monsieur Fix," resumed Passepartout," I'm charmed to find
you on board. Where are you bound?"
"Like you, to Bombay."
"That's capital I Have you made this trip before ?"
"Several times. I am one of the agents of the Peninsula
"Then you know India ?"
"Why-yes," replied Fix, who spoke cautiously.
"A curious place, this India ? "
Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs,
pagodas, tigers, snakes, elephants I I hope you willhave ample
time to see the sights."
I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You see, a man of sound sense
ought not to spend his life jumping from a steamer upon a rail-
way train, and from a railway train upon a steamer again, pre-
tending to make the tour of the world in eighty days I


No; all these gymnastics, you may be sure, will cease at
And Mr. Fogg is getting on well? asked Fix, in the most
natural tone in the world.
Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre; it's the
sea air."
But I never see your master on deck."
Never; he hasn't the least curiosity."
"Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in
eighty days may conceal some secret errand-perhaps a diplo-
matic mission?"
Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it,
nor would I give half-a-crown to find out."
After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of
chatting together, the latter making it a point to gain the worthy
man's confidence. He frequently offered him a glass of whiskey
or pale ale in the steamer bar-room, which Passepartout never
failed to accept with graceful alacrity, mentally pronouncing Fix
the best of good fellows.
Meanwhile the "Mongolia" was pushing forward rapidly;
on the 13th, Mocha, surrounded by its ruined walls whereon
date-trees were growing, was sighted, and on the mountains be-
yond were espied vast coffee-fields. Passepartout was ravished
to behold this celebrated place, and thought that, with its circular
walls and dismantled fort, it looked like an immense coffee cup
and saucer. The following night they passed through the Strait
of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means in Arabic "The Bridge of
Tears," and the next day they put in at Steamer Point, north-
west of Aden harbour, to take in coal. This matter of fuelling
steamers is a serious one at such distances from the coalmines ;
it costs the Peninsula Company some eight hundred thousand
pounds a year. In these distant seas, coal is worth three or four
pounds sterling a ton.
The Mongolia had still sixteen hundred and fifty miles to
traverse before reaching Bombay, and was obliged to remain
four hours at Steamer Point to coal up. But this delay, as it
was foreseen, did not affect Phileas Fogg's programme; besides,
the "Mohgolia," instead of reaching Aden on the morning of
the 15th, when she was due, arrived there on the evening of the
14th, a gain of fifteen hours.
Mr. Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to have the

passport again visaed; Fix, unobserved, followed them. The
visa procured, Mr. Fogg returned on board to resume his
former habits ; while Passepartout, according to custom,
sauntered' about among the mixed population of Somanlis,
Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who comprise
the twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with
wonder upon the fortifications which make this place the Gib-
raltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast cisterns where the
English engineers were still at work, two thousand years after
the engineers of Solomon.
"Very curious, very curious," said Passepartout to himself,
on returning to the steamer. I s*ee that it is by no means
useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new." At
six p.m. the "Mongolia" slowly moved out of the roadstead,
and was soon once more on the Indian Ocean. She had a
hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to reach Bombay, and
the sea was favourable, the wind being in the north-west, and
all sails aiding the engine. The steamer rolled but little, the
ladies, in fresh toilets, reappeared on deck, and the singing and
dancing were resumed. The trip was being accomplished most
successfully, and Passepartout was enchanted with the con-
genial companion which chance had secured him in the person
of the delightful Fix. On Sunday, October 20th, towards noon,
they came in sight of the Indian coast : two hours later the
pilot came on board. A range of hills lay against the sky in
the horizon, and soon the rows of palms which adorn Bombay
came distinctly into view. The steamer entered the road
formed by the islands in the bay, and at half-past four she
hauled up at the quays of Bombay.
Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third
rubber of the voyage, and his partner and himself having, by
a bold stroke, captured all thirteen of the tricks, concluded this
fine campaign with a brilliant victory.
The "Mongolia" was due at Bombay on the 22nd; she
arrived on the 20th. This was a gain to Phileas Fogg of two
days since his departure from London, and he calmly entered
the fact in the itinerary, in the column of gains.


EVERYBODY knows that the great reversed triangle of land,
with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is
called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles,
upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred
and eighty millions of souls. The British Crown exercises a
real and despotic dominion over the larger portion of this vast
country, and has a governor-general stationed at Calcutta,
governors at Madras, Bombay, and in Bengal, and a lieutenant-
governor at Agra.
But British India, properly so called, only embraces seven
hundred thousand square miles, and a population of from one
hundred to one hundred and ten millions of inhabitants. A
considerable portion of India is still free from British authority ;
and there are certain ferocious rajahs in the interior who are
absolutely independent. The celebrated East India Company
was all-powerful from 1756, when the English first gained a
foothold on the spot where now stands the city of Madras, down
to the time of the great Sepoy insurrection. It gradually an-
nexed province after province, purchasing them of the native
chiefs, whom it seldom paid, and appointed the governor-
general and his subordinates, civil and military. But the East
India Company has now passed away, leaving the British pos-
sessions in India directly under the control of the Crown. The
aspect of the country, as well as the manners and distinctions
of race, is daily changing.
Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old
cumbrous methods of going on foot or on horseback, in palan-
quins or unwieldy coaches; now, fast steamboats ply on the
Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines
joining the main line at many points on its route, traverses the
peninsula from Bombay to Calcutta in three days. This rail-
way does not run in a direct line across India. The distance
between Bombay and Calcutta, as the bird flies, is only from
one thousand to eleven hundred miles; but the deflections of
the road increase this distance by more than a third.

The general route of the Great Indian Peninsula Railway is
as follows :-Leaving Bombay, it passes through Salcette, cross-
ing to the continent opposite Tannah, goes over the chain of the
Western Ghauts, runs thence north-east as far as Burhampoor,
skirts the nearly independent territory of Bundelcund, ascends
to Allahabad, turns thence eastwardly, meeting the Ganges at
Benares, then departs from the river a little, and, descending
south-eastward by Burdivan and the French town of Chander-
nagor, has its terminus at Calcutta.
The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at half-past
four p.m.; at exactly eight the train would start for Calcutta.
Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners, left
the steamer, gave his servant several errands to do, urged it
upon him to be at the station promptly at eight, and, with his
regular step, which beat to the second, like an astronomical
clock, directed his steps to the passport office. As for the
wonders of Bombay-its famous city hall, its splendid library,
its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues, its
Armenian churches, and the noble pagoda on Malebar Hill
with its two polygonal towers-he cared .not a straw to see
them. He would not deign to examine even the masterpieces
of Elephanta, or the mysterious hypogea, concealed south-east
from the docks, or those fine remains of Buddhist architecture,
the Kanherian grottoes of the island of Salcette.
Having transacted his business at the passport office, Phileas
Fogg repaired quietly to the railway station,'where he ordered
dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the landlord
especially recommended a certain giblet of "native rabbit," on
which he prided himself.
Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced
sauce, found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord,
and on his appearance, said, fixing his clear eyes upon him, "Is
this rabbit, sir?"
"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied, "rabbit from the
"And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed ?"
"Mew, my lord what, a rabbit mew I swear to you-"
Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember this
cats were formerly considered, in India, as sacred animals.
That was a good time."
For the cats, my lord?"


Perhaps for the travellers as well !"
After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner. Fix had
gone on shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his first destination
was the head-quarters of the Bombay police. He made him-
self known as a London detective, told his business at Bombay,
and the position of affairs relative to the supposed robber, and
nervously asked if a warrant had arrived from London. It had
not reached the office; indeed, there had not yet been time for
it to arrive. Fix was sorely disappointed, and tried to obtain
an order of arrest from the director of the Bombay police. This
the director refused, as the matter concerned the London office,
which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did not in-
sist, and was fain to resign himself to await the arrival of the
important document; but he was determined not to lose sight
of the mysterious rogue as long as he stayed in Bombay. He
did not doubt for a moment, any more than Passepartout, that
Phileas Fogg would remain there, at least until it was time for
the warrant to arrive.
Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his master's
orders on leaving the Mongolia," than he saw at once that
they were to leave Bombay as they had done Suez and Paris,
and that the journey would be extended at least as far as Cal-
cutta, and perhaps beyond that place. He began to ask him-
self if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked about was not really in good
earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing him, de-
spite his love of repose, around the world in eighty days !
Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and shoes, he
took a leisurely promenade about the streets, where crowds of
people of many nationalities-Europeans, Persians with pointed
caps, Banyas with round turbans, Sindes with square bonnets,
Parsees with black mitres, and long-robed Armenians-were
collected. It happened to be the day of a Parsee festival.
These descendants of the sect of Zoroaster-the most thrifty,
civilized, intelligent, and austere of the East Indians, among
whom are counted the richest native merchants of Bombay-
were celebrating a sort of religious carnival, with processions
and shows, in the midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed
in rose-coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced
airily, but with perfect modesty, to the sound of viols and the
clanging of tambourines. It is needless to say that Passe-
partout watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes

and gaping mouth, and that his countenance was that of the
greenest booby imaginable.
Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his curiosity
drew him unconsciously farther off than he intended to go. At
last, having seen the Parsee carnival wind away in the distance,
he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened
to espy the splendid pagoda on Malebar Hill, and was seized
with an irresistible desire to see its interior. He was quite
ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians to enter certain
Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in with-
out first leaving their shoes outside the door. It may be said
here that the wise policy of the British Government severely
punishes a disregard of the practices of the native religions.
Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in like a
simple tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid
Brahmin ornamentation which everywhere met his eyes, when
of a sudden he found himself sprawling on the sacred flagging.
He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who forthwith
fell upon him, tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with
loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman was soon
upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking down two of
his long-gowned adversaries with his fists and a vigorous appli-
cation of his toes; then, rushing out of the pagoda as fast as
his legs could carry him, he soon escaped the third priest by
mingling with the crowd in the streets.
At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoeless,
and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes,
rushed breathlessly into the station.
Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, and saw that
he was really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon the plat-
form. He had resolved to follow the supposed robber to
Calcutta, and farther, if necessary. Passepartout did not ob-
serve the detective, who stood in an obscure corner; but Fix
heard him relate his adventures in a few words to Mr. Fogg.
I hope that this will not happen again," said Phileas Fogg,
coldly, as he got into the train. Poor Passepartout, quite crest-
fallen, followed his master without a word. Fix was on the
point of entering another carriage, when an idea struck him
which induced him to alter his plan.
"No, I'll stay," muttered he. "An offence has been com-
mitted on Indian soil. I've got my man."


Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train
passed out into the darkness of the night.

THE train had started punctually. Among the passengers
were a number of officers, Government officials, and opium and
indigo merchants, whose business called them to the eastern
coast. Passepartout rode in the same carriage with his master,
and a third passenger occupied a seat opposite to them. This
was Sir Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg's whist partners on
the Mongolia," now on his way to join his corps at Benares.
Sir Francis was a tall, fair man of fifty, who had greatly dis-
tinguished himself in the last Sepoy revolt. He made India his
home, only paying brief visits to England at rare intervals; and
was almost as familiar as a native with the customs, history,
and character of India and its people. But Phileas Fogg, who
was not travelling, but only describing a circumference, took no
pains to inquire into these subjects; he was a solid body,
traversing an orbit around the terrestrial globe, according to the
laws of rational mechanics. He was at this moment calculating
in his mind the number of hours spent since his departure from
London, and, had it been in his nature to make a useless de-
monstration, would have rubbed his hands for satisfaction.
Sir Francis Cromarty had observed the oddity of his travelling
companion-although the only opportunity he had for studying
him had been while he was dealing the cards, and between two
rubbers-and questioned himself whether a human heart really
beat beneath this cold exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had
any sense of the beauties of nature. The brigadier-general was
free to mentally confess, that, of all the eccentric persons he had
ever met, none was comparable to this product of the exact
Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis his design
of going round the world, nor the circumstances under which

he set out; and the general only saw in the wager a useless
eccentricity, and a lack of sound common-sense. In the way
this strange gentleman was going on, he would leave the world
without having done any good to himself or anybody else.
An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed the
viaducts and the island of Salcette, and had got into the open
country. At Callyan they reached the junction of the branch
line which descends towards south-eastern India by Kandallah
and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of
the mountains, with their basalt bases, and their summits
crowned with thick and verdant forests. Phileas Fogg and Sir
Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words from time to time,
and now Sir Francis, reviving the conversation, observed," Some
years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have met with a delay at this
point, which would probably have lost you your wager."
How so, Sir Francis ?"
Because the railway stopped at the base of these mountains,
which the passengers were obliged to cross in palanquins or on
ponies to Kandallah, on the other side."
"Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the
least," said Mr; Fogg. "I have constantly foreseen the like-
lihood of certain obstacles."
But, Mr. Fogg," pursued Sir Francis, "you run the risk of
having some difficulty about this worthy fellow's adventure at
the pagoda." Passepartout, his feet comfortably wrapped in
his travelling-blanket, was sound asleep, and did not dream
that anybody was talking about him. "The Government is very
severe upon that kind of offence. It takes particular care that
the religious customs of the Indians should be respected, and if
your servant were caught-"
Very well, Sir Francis," replied Mr. Fogg; "if he had been
caught he would have been condemned and punished, and then
would have quietly returned to Europe. "I don't see how this
affair could have delayed his master."
The conversation fell again. During the night the train left
the mountains behind, and passed Nassik, and the next day
proceeded over the flat, well-cultivated country of the Khandeish,
with its straggling villages, above which rose the minarets of
the pagodas. This fertile territory is watered by numerous
small rivers and limpid streams, mostly tributaries of the


Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not realize
that he was actually crossing India in a railway train. The
locomotive, guided by an English engineer and fed with English
coal, threw out its smoke upon cotton, coffee, nutmeg, clove,
and pepper plantations, while the steam curled in spirals around
groups of palm-trees, in the midst of which were seen picturesque
bungalows, viharis (a sort of abandoned monasteries), and mar-
vellous temples enriched by the exhaustless ornamentation of
Indian architecture. Then they came upon vast tracts extend-
ing to the horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes and tigers,
which fled at the noise of the train; succeeded by forests pene-
trated by the railway, and still haunted by elephants which, with
pensive eyes, gazed at the train as it passed. The travellers
crossed, beyond Malligaum, the fatal country so often stained
with blood by the sectaries of the goddess Kali. Not far off
rose Ellora, with its graceful pagodas, and the famous Aurun-
gabad, capital of the ferocious Aureng-Zeb, now the chief town
of one of the detached provinces of the kingdom of the Nizam.'
It was thereabouts that Feringhea, the Thuggee chief, king of
the stranglers, held his sway. These ruffians, united by a secret
bond, strangled victims of every age in honour of the goddess
Death, without ever shedding blood; there was a period when
this part of the country could scarcely be travelled over without
corpses being found in every direction. The English Govern-
ment has succeeded in greatly diminishing these murders, though
the Thuggees still exist, and pursue the exercise of their horrible
At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampoor, where
Passepartout was able to purchase some Indian slippers, orna-
mented with false pearls, in which, with evident vanity, he
proceeded to incase his feet. The travellers made a hasty
breakfast, and started off for Assurghur, after skirting for a
little the banks of the small river Tapty, which empties into the
Gulf of Cambray, near Surat.
Passepartout was now plunged into absorbing reverie. Up
to his arrival at Bombay, he had entertained hopes that their
journey would end there; but now that they were plainly whirl-
ing across India at full speed, a sudden change had come over
the spirit of his dreams. His old vagabond nature returned to
him ; the fantastic ideas of his youth once more took possession
of him. He came to regard his master's project as intended in

good earnest, believed in the reality of the bet, and therefore in
the tour of the world, and the necessity of making it without'
fail within the designated period. Already he began to worry
about possible delays, and accidents which might happen on
the way. He recognized himself as being personally interested
in the wager, and trembled at the thought that he might have
been the means of losing it by his unpardonable folly of the
night before. Being much less cool-headed than Mr. Fogg, he
was much more restless, counting and recounting the days
passed over, uttering maledictions when the train stopped, and
accusing it of sluggishness, and mentally blaming Mr. Fogg for-
not having bribed the engineer. The worthy fellow was ignorant
that, while it was possible by such means to hasten the rate of a
steamer, it could not be done on the railway.
The train entered the defiles of the Sutpour Mountains, which
separate the Khandeish from Bundelcund, towards evening.
The next day Sir Francis Cromarty asked Passepartout what
time it was; to which, on consulting his watch, he replied that
it was three in the morning. This famous timepiece, always
regulated on the Greenwich meridian, which was now some
seventy-seven degrees westward, was at least four hours slow.
Sir Francis corrected Passepartout's time, whereupon the latter
made the same remark that he had done to Fix; and upon the
general insisting that the watch should be regulated in each,
new meridian, since he was constantly going eastward, that is
in the face of tha sun, and therefore the days were shorter by.
four minutes for each degree gone over, Passepartout obstinately
refused to alter his watch, which he kept at London time. It
was an innocent delusion which could harm no one.
- The train stopped, at eight o'clock, in the midst of a glade.
some fifteen miles beyond Rothal, where there were several
bungalows and workmen's cabins. The conductor, passing
along the carriages, shouted, "Passengers will get out
Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for an explana-
tion; but the general could not tell what meant a halt in the.
midst of this forest of dates and acacias.
Passepartout, not less surprised, rushed out and speedily re-
turned, crying, Monsieur, no more railway !"
S"What do you mean?" asked Sir Francis.
"I mean to say that the train isn't going on."


' The general at once stepped out, while Phileas Fogg calmly
followed him, and they proceeded together to the conductor.
Where are we ?" asked Sir Francis.
"At the hamlet of Kholby."
"Do we stop here ?"
"Certainly. The railway isn't finished."
"What! not finished ?"
"No. There's still a matter of fifty miles to be laid from
here to Allahabad, where the line begins again."
"But the papers announced the opening of the railway
"What would you have, officer? The papers were mis-
S"Yet you sell tickets from Bombay to Calcutta," retorted
Sir Francis, who was growing warm.
"No doubt," replied the conductor; "but the passengers
know that they must provide means of transportation for them-
selves from Kholby to Allahabad."
. Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would willingly have
knocked the conductor down, and did not dare to look at his
"Sir Francis," said Mr. Fogg, quietly, we will, if you
please, look about for some means of conveyance to Allahabad."
Mr. Fogg, this is a delay greatly to your disadvantage."
"No, Sir Francis ; it was foreseen."
S"What! You knew that the way-"
Not at all; but I knew that some obstacle or other would
sooner or later arise on my route. Nothing, therefore, is lost.
I have two days which I have already gained to sacrifice. A
steamer leaves Calcutta for Hong Kong at noon, on the 25th.
This is the 22nd, and we shall reach Calcutta in time."
There was nothing to say to so confident a response.
It was but too true that the railway came to a termination at
this point. The papers were like some watches, which have
a way of getting too fast, and had been premature in their
announcement of the completion of the line. The greater part
of the travellers were aware of this interruption, and leaving the
tfain, they began to engage such vehicles as the village could
provide-four-wheeled palkigharis, waggons drawn by zebus,
carriages that looked like perambulating pagod-s, palanquins,
ponies, and what not.


Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching the
village from end to end, came back without having found any-
"I shall go afoot," said Phileas Fogg.
Passepartout, who had now rejoined his master, made a wry
grimace, as he thought of his magnificent, but too frail Indian
shoes. Happily he too had been looking about him, and, after
a moment's hesitation, said, Monsieur, I think I have found a
means of conveyance."
"What ?"
"An elephant! An elephant that belongs to an Indian who
lives but a hundred steps from here."
Let's go and see the elephant," replied Mr. Fogg.
They soon reached a small hut, near which, enclosed within
some high palings, was the animal in question. An Indian
came out of the hut, and, at their request, conducted them within
the enclosure. The elephant, which its owner had reared, not
for a beast of burden, but for warlike purposes, was half
domesticated. The Indian had begun already, by often irritating
him, and feeding him every three months on sugar and butter,
to impart to him a ferocity not in his nature, this method being
often employed by those who train the Indian elephants for
battle. Happily, however, for Mr. Fogg, the animal's instruction
in this direction had not gone far, and the elephant still pre-
served his natural gentleness. Kiouni-this was the name of
the beast-could doubtless travel rapidly for a long time and,
in default of any other means of conveyance, Mr. Fogg resolved
to hire him. But elephants are far from cheap in India, where
they are becoming scarce; the males, which alone are suitable
for circus shows, are much sought, especially as but few of them
are domesticated. When, therefore, Mr. Fogg proposed to the-
Indian to hire Kiouni, he refused point-blank. Mr. Fogg per-
sisted, offering the excessive sum of ten pounds an hour for the
loan of the beast to Allahabad. Refused. Twenty pounds ? Re-
fused also. Forty pounds ? Still refused. Passepartout jumped at
each advance; but the Indian declined to be tempted. Yet the
offer was an alluring one, for, supposing it took the elephant
fifteen hours to reach Allahabad, his owner would receive no
less than six hundred pounds sterling.
Phileas Fogg, without getting in the least flurried, then pro.
posed. to purchase the animal outright, and at first offered a


thousand pounds for him. The Indian, perhaps thinking he
was going to make a great bargain, still refused.
Sir Francis Cromarty took Mr. Fogg aside, and begged him
to reflect before he went any further ; to which that gentleman
replied that he was not in the habit of acting rashly, that a bet
of twenty thousand pounds was at stake, that the elephant was
absolutely necessary to him, and that he would secure him if he
had to pay twenty times his value. Returning to the Indian,
whose small, sharp eyes, glistening with avarice, betrayed that with
him it was only a question of how great a price he could obtain,
Mr. Fogg offered first twelve hundred, then fifteen hundred,
eighteen hundred, two thousand pounds. Passepartout, usually
so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense.
At two thousand pounds the Indian yielded.
"What a price, good heaven!" cried Passepartout, "for an
It only remained now to find a guide, which was compara-
tively easy. A young Parsee, with an intelligent face, offered his
services, which Mr. Fogg accepted, promising so generous a
reward as to materially stimulate his zeal. The elephant was
led out and equipped. The Parsee, who was an accomplished
elephant driver, covered his back with a sort of saddle-cloth,
and attached to each of his flanks some curiously uncomfortable
Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some bank-notes which he
extracted from the famous carpet-bag, a proceeding that seemed
to deprive poor Passepartout of his vitals. Then he offered to
carry Sir Francis to Allahabad, which the brigadier gratefully
accepted, as one traveller the more would not be likely to fatigue
the gigantic beast. Provisions were purchased at Kholby, and
while Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg took the howdahs on either
side, Passepartout got astride the saddle-cloth between them.
The Parsee perched himself on the elephant's neck, and at nine
o'clock they set out from the village, the animal marching off
through the dense forest of palms by the shortest cut.


IN order to shorten the journey, the guide passed to the left of
the line where the railway was still in process of being built.
This line, owing to the capricious turnings of the Vindhia Moun-
tains, did not pursue a straight course. The Parsee, who was
quite familiar with the roads and the paths in the district, declared
that they would gain twenty miles by striking directly through
the forest.
Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, plunged to the neck
in the peculiar howdahs provided for them, were horribly jostled
by the swift trotting of the elephant, spurred on as he was by the
skilful Parsee ; but they endured the discomfort with true British
phlegm, talking little, and scarcely able to catch a glimpse of
each other. As for Passepartout, who was mounted on the
beast's back, and received the direct force of each concussion as
he trod along, he was very careful, in accordance with his mas-
ter's advice, to keep his tongue from between his teeth, as it
would otherwise have been bitten off short. The worthy fellow
bounced from the elephant's neck to his rump, and vaulted like
a clown on a spring-board; yet he laughed in the midst of his
bouncing, and from time to time took a piece of sugar out of his
pocket, and inserted it in Kiount's trunk, who received it without
in the least slackening his regular trot.
After two hours the guide stopped the elephant, and gave him
an hour for rest, during which Kiouni, after quenching his
thirst at a neighboring spring, set to devouring the branches
and shrubs round about him. Neither Sir Francis nor Mr.
Fogg regretted the delay, and both descended with a feeling of
relief. "Why, he's made of iron !" exclaimed the general, gazing
admiringly on Kiouni.
"Of forged iron," replied Passepartout, as he set about pre-
paring a hasty breakfast.
At noon the Parsee gave the signal of departure. The country
soon presented a very savage aspect. Copses of dates and
dwarf-palms succeeded the dense forests ; then vast, dry plains,
dotted with scanty shrubs, and sown with great blocks of syenite


All this portion of Bundelcund, which is little frequented by tra-
vellers, is inhabited by a fanatical population, hardened in the
most horrible practices of the Hindoo faith. The English have
not been able to secure complete dominion over this territory,
which is subjected to the influence of rajahs, whom it is almost
impossible to reach in their inaccessible mountain fastnesses.
The travellers several times saw bands of ferocious Indians, who,
when they perceived the elephant striding across the country,
made angry and threatening motions. The Parsee avoided
them as much as possible. Few animals were observed on the
route: even the monkeys hurried from their path with con-
tortions and grimaces which convulsed Passepartout with
In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the
worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant,
when he got to Allahabad ? Would he carry him on with him?
Impossible! The cost of transporting him would make him
ruinously expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The
estimable beast certainly deserved some consideration. Should
Mr. Fogg choose to make him, Passepartout, present of Kiouni,
he would be very much embarrassed; and these thoughts did
not cease worrying him for a long time.
The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by eight in
the evening, and another halt was made on the northern slope,
in a ruined bungalow. They had gone nearly twenty-five miles
that day, and an equal distance still separated them from the
station of Allahabad.
The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bungalow
with a few dry branches, and the warmth was very gratef:i.
The provisions purchased at Kholby sufficed for supper, and the
travellers ate ravenously. The conversation, beginning with a
few disconnected phrases, soon gave place to loud and steady
snores. The guide watched Kiouni, who slept standing, bolster-
ing himself against the trunk of a large tree. Nothing occurred
during the night to disturb the slumberers, although occasional
growls from panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the
silence; the more formidable beasts made no cries or hostile
demonstration against the occupants of the bungalow. Sir
Francis slept heavily, like an honest soldier overcome with
fatigue. Passepartout was wrapped in uneasy dreams of the
bouncing of the day before. As for Mr. Fogg, he slumbered


as peaceful as if he had been in his serene mansion in Saville
The journey was resumed at six in the morning; the guide
hoped to reach Allahabad by evening. In that case, Mr. Fogg
would only lose a part of the forty-eight hours saved since the
beginning of the tour. Kiouni, resuming his rapid gait, soon
descended the lower spurs of the Vindhias, and towards noon
they passed by the village of Kallenger, on the Cani, one of the
branches of the Ganges. The guide avoided inhabited places,
thinking it safer to keep the open country, which lies along the
first depressions of the basin of the great river. Allahabad was
now only twelve miles to the north-east. They stopped under a
clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as bread and as
succulent as cream, was amply partaken of and appreciated.
At two o'clock the guide entered a thick forest which extended
several miles ; he preferred to travel under cover of the woods.
They had not as yet had any unpleasant encounters, and the
journey seemed on the point of being successfully accomplished,
when the elephant, becoming restless, suddenly stopped.
It was then four o'clock.
"What's the matter?" asked Sir Frincis, putting out his
I don't know, officer," replied the Parsee, listening atten-
tively to a confused murmur which came through the thick
The murmur soon became more distinct; it now seemed like
a distant concert of human voices accompanied by brass instru-
ments. Passepartout was all eyes and ears. Mr. Fogg patiently
waited without a word. The Parsee jumped to the ground,
fastened the elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket.
He soon returned, saying,-
"A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We must
prevent their seeing us, if possible."
The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket,
at the same time asking the travellers not to stir. He held
himself ready to bestride the animal at a moment's notice,
should flight become necessary; but he evidently thought that
the procession of the faithful would pass without perceiving
them amid the thick foliage, in which they were wholly con-
*The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew


nearer, and now droning songs mingled with the sound of the
tambourines and cymbals. The head of the procession soon
appeared beneath the trees, a hundred paces away; and the
strange figures which performed the religious ceremony were
easily distinguished through the branches. First came the
priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long lace robes.
They were surrounded by men, women, and children, who sang
a kind of lugubrious psalm, interrupted at regular intervals by
the tambourines and cymbals; while behind them was drawn a
car with large wheels, the spokes of which represented serpents
entwined with each other. Upon the car, which was drawn by
four richly caparisoned zebus, stood a hideous statue with
four arms, the body coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes,
dishevelled hair, protruding, tongue, and lips tinted with betel.
It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless
Sir Francis, recognizing the statue, whispered, The goddess
Kali; the goddess of love and death."
Of death, perhaps," muttered back Passepartout, "but of love
-that ugly old hag? Never !"
The Parsee made a motion to keep silence.
A group of old fakirs were capering and making a wild ado
around the statue; these were striped with ochre, and covered
with cuts whence their blood issued drop by drop,-stupid
fanatics, who, in the great Indian ceremonies, still throw them-
selves under the wheels of Juggernaut. Some Brahmins, clad
in all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel, and leading a
woman who faltered at every step, followed. This woman was
young, and as fair as a European. Her head and neck,
shoulders, ears, arms, hands, and toes, were loaded down with
jewels and gems,-with bracelets, earrings, and rings; while a
tunic bordered with gold, and covered with a light muslin robe,
betrayed the outline of her form.
The guards who followed the young woman presented a
violent contrast to her, armed as they were with naked sabres
hung at their waists, and long damasceened pistols, and bearing
a corpse on a palanquin. It was the body of an old man,
gorgeously arrayed in the habiliments of a rajah, wearing, as in
life, a turban embroidered with pearls, a robe of tissue of silk
and gold, a scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds, and the
magnificent weapons of a Hindoo prince. Next came the musi-

cians and a rearguard of capering fakirs, whose cries some-
times drowned the noise of the instruments; these closed the
Sir Francis watched the procession with a sad countenance,
and, turning to the guide, said, A suttee."
The Parsee nodded, and put his finger to his lips. The pro-
cession slowly wound under the trees, and soon its last ranks
disappeared in the depths of the wood. The songs gradually
died away; occasionally cries were heard in the distance, until
at last all was silence again.
Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said, and, as soon
as the procession had disappeared, asked, "What is a
' suttee'?"
A suttee," returned the general, "is a human sacrifice, but a
voluntary one. The woman you have just seen will be burned to-
morrow at the dawn of day."
Oh, the scoundrels !" cried Passepartout, who could not
repress his indignation.
"And the corpse ?" asked Mr. Fogg.
"Is that of the prince, her husband," said the guide; "an
independent rajah of Bundelcund."
Is it possible," resumed Phileas Fogg, his voice betraying
not the least emotion, "that these barbarous customs still exist in
India, and that the English have been unable to put a stop to
them ?"
"These sacrifices do not occur in the larger portion of India,',
replied Sir Francis ; but we have no power over these savage
territories, and especially here in Bundelcund. The whole dis-
trict north of the Vindhias is the theatre of incessant murders
and pillage."
"The poor wretch !" exclaimed Passepartout, "to be burned
alive !"
"Yes," returned Sir Francis, "burned alive. And if she were
not, you cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged
to submit to from her relatives. They would shave off her hair,
feed her on a scanty allowance of rice, treat her with contempt;
she would be looked upon as an unclean creature, and would
die in some corner, like a scurvy dog. The prospect of so
frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice
much more than love or religious fanaticism. Sometimes, how-
ever, the sacrifice is really voluntary, and it requires the active


interference of the Government to prevent it. Several years
ago, when I was living at Bombay, a young widow asked per-
mission of the governor to be burned along with her husband's
body; but, as you may imagine, he refused. The woman left
the town, took refuge with an independent rajah, and there
carried out her self-devoted purpose."
While Sir Francis was speaking, the guide shook his head
several times, and now said, The sacrifice which will take place
to-morrow at dawn is not a voluntary one."
How do you know ?"
"Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund."
But the wretched creature did not seem to be making any
resistance," observed Sir Francis.
That was because they had intoxicated her with fumes of
hemp and opium."
But where are they taking her ?"
"To the pagoda of Pillaji, two miles from here; she will pass
the night there."
"And the sacrifice will take place---
To-morrow, at the first light of dawn."
The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket, and leaped
upon his neck. Just at the moment that he was about to urge
Kiouni forward with a peculiar whistle, Mr. Fogg stopped him,
and, turning to Sir Francis Cromarty, said, Suppose we save
this woman."
"Save the woman, Mr. Fogg !"
I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to
"Why, you are a man of heart !"
"Sometimes," replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; when I have
the time."

THE project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps imprac-
ticable. Mr. Fogg was going to risk life, or at least liberty, and


therefore the success of his tour. But he did not hesitate, and
he found in Sir Francis Cromarty an enthusiastic ally.
As for Passepartout, he was ready for anything that might be
proposed. His master's idea charmed him; he perceived a
heart, a soul, under that icy exterior. He began to love Phileas
There remained the guide: what course would he adopt?
would he not take part with the Indians? In default of his
assistance, it was necessary to be assured of his neutrality.
Sir Francis frankly put the question to him.
Officers," replied the guide, "I am a Parsee, and this woman
is a Parsee. Command me as you will."
"Excellent," said Mr. Fogg.
However," resumed the guide, it is certain, not only that
we shall risk our lives, but horrible tortures, if we are taken."
"That is foreseen," replied Mr. Fogg. I think we must wait
till night before acting."
I think so," said the guide.
The worthy Indian then gave some account of the victim,
who, he said, was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race, and
the daughter of a wealthy Bombay merchant. She had received
a thoroughly English education in that city, and, from her
manners and intelligence, would be thought an European. Her
name was Aouda. Left an orphan, she was married against her
will to the old rajah of Bundelcund; and, knowing the fate that
awaited her, she escaped, was retaken, and devoted by the
rajah's relatives, who had an interest in her death, to the sacrifice
from which it seemed she could not escape.
The Parsee's narrative only confirmed Mr. Fogg and his com-
panions in their generous design. It was decided that the
guide should direct the elephant towards the pagoda of Pillaji,
which he accordingly approached as quickly as possible. They
halted, half an hour afterwards, in a copse, some five hundred
feet from the pagoda, where they were well concealed; but they
could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs distinctly.
They then discussed the means of getting at the victim. The
guide was familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji, in which, as he
declared, the young woman was imprisoned. Could they enter
any of its doors while the whole party of Indians was plunged
in a drunken sleep, or was it safer to attempt to make a hole in
the walls? This could only be determined at the moment and


the place themselves; but it was certain that the abduction
must be made that night, and not when, at break of day, the
victim was led to her funeral pyre. Then no human intervention
could save her.
As soon as night fell, about six o'clock, they decided to make
a reconnaissance around the pagoda. The cries of the fakirs
were just ceasing; the Indians were in the act of plunging them-
selves into the drunkenness caused by liquid opium mingled
with hemp, and it might be possible to slip between them to the
temple itself.
The Parsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept through the
wood, and in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks
of a small stream, whence, by the light of the rosin torches, they
perceived a tyre of wood, on the top of which lay the embalmed
body of the rajah, which was to be burned with his wife. The
pagoda, whose minarets loomed above the trees in the deepening
dusk, stood a hundred steps away.
Come I" whispered the guide.
He slipped more cautiously than ever through the brush,
followed by his companions; the silence around was only
broken by the low murmuring of the wind among the branches.
Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade, which
was lit up by the torches. The ground was covered by groups
of the Indians, motionless in their drunken sleep; it seemed a
battle-field strewn with the dead. Men, women, and children
lay together.
In the background, among the trees, the pagoda of Pillaji
loomed indistinctly. Much to the guide's disappointment, the
guards of the rajah, lighted by torches, were watching at the
doors and marching to and fro with naked sabres; probably
the priests, too, were watching within.
The Parsee, now convinced that it was impossible to force an
entrance to the temple, advanced no farther, but led his com-
panions back again. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty
also saw that nothing could be attempted in that direction.
They stopped, and engaged in a whispered colloquy.
It is only eight now," said the brigadier, "and these guards
may also go to sleep."
It is not impossible," returned the Parsee.
They lay down at the foot of a tree, and waited.
The time seemed long; the guide ever and anon left them to


take an observation on the edge of the wood, but the guards
watched steadily by the glare of the torches, and a dim light
crept through the windows of the pagoda.
They waited till midnight; but no change took place among
the guards, and it became apparent that their yielding to sleep
could not be counted on. The other plan must be carried out;
an opening in the walls of the pagoda must be made. It
remained to ascertain whether the priests were watching by the
side of their victim as assiduously as were the soldiers at the
After a last consultation, the guide announced that he was
ready for the attempt, and advanced, followed by the others.--
They took a roundabout way, so as to get at the pagoda on the
rear. They reached the walls about half-past twelve, without
having met any one; here there was no guard, nor were there
either windows or doors.
The night was dark. The moon, on the wane, scarcely left,
the horizon, and was covered with heavy clouds; the height of
the trees deepened the darkness.
It was not enough to reach the walls; an opening in them
must be accomplished, and to attain this purpose the party only :
had their pocket-knives. Happily the temple walls were built
of brick and wood, which could be penetrated with little diffi-
culty; after one brick had been taken out, the rest would yield
They set noiselessly to work, and the Parsee on one side and
Passepartout on.the other began to loosen the bricks so as to
make an aperture two feet wide. They were getting on rapidly,
when suddenly a cry was heard in the interior of the temple,
followed almost instantly by other cries replying from the out-
side. Passepartout and the guide stopped. Had they been
heard? Was the alarm being given ? Common prudence urged
them to retire, and they did so, followed by Phileas Fogg and
Sir Francis. They again hid themselves in the wood, and
waited till the disturbance, whatever it might be, ceased, holding
themselves ready to resume their attempt without delay. But,
awkwardly enough, the guards now appeared at the rear of the
temple, and there installed themselves, in readiness to prevent a
It would be difficult to describe the disappointment of the
party, thus interrupted in their work. They could not now


reach the victim ; how, then, could they save her ? Sir Francis
shook his fists, Passepartout was beside himself, and the guide
gnashed his teeth with rage. The tranquil Fogg waited, without
betraying any emotion.
S"We have nothing to do but to go away," whispered Sir
"Nothing but to go away," echoed the guide.
"Stop," said Fogg. I am only due at Allahabad to-morrow
before noon."
But what can you hope to do ?" asked Sir Francis. "In a
few hours it will be daylight, and-"
The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the
last moment."
Sir Francis would have liked to read Phileas Fogg's eyes.
What was this cool Englishman thinking of? Was he plan-
ning to make a rush for the young woman at the very moment
of the sacrifice, and boldly snatch her from her executioners ?
This would be utter folly, and it was hard to admit that Fogg
was such a fool. Sir Francis consented, however, to remain to
the end of this terrible drama. The guide led them to the real
of the glade, where they were able to observe the sleeping
Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on the
lower branches of a tree, was revolving an idea which had at
first struck him like a flash, and which was now firmly lodged in
his brain.
He had commenced by saying to himself, "What folly !" and
then he repeated, "Why not, after all? It's a chance,-perhaps
the only one; and with such sots!" Thinking thus, he slipped,
with the suppleness of a serpent, to the lowest branches, the
ends of which bent almost to the ground.
The hours passed, and the lighter shades now announced the
approach of day, though it was not yet light. This was the
moment. The slumbering, multitude became animated, the
tambourines sounded, songs and cries arose; the hour of the
sacrifice had come. The doors of the pagoda swung open, and:
a bright light escaped from its interior, in the midst of which
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis espied the victim, She seemed,
having shaken off the stupor of intoxication, to be striving, to
escape from her executioner. Sir Francis's heart throbbed; and
convulsively seizing Mr. Fogg's hand, found in it an open knife.,

Just at this moment the crowd began to move. The young
woman had again fallen into a stupor, caused by the fumes of
hemp, and passed among the fakirs, who escorted her with their
wild, religious cries.
Phileas Fogg and his companions, mingling in the rear ranks
of the crowd, followed; and in two minutes they reached the
banks of the stream, and stopped fifty paces from the pyre, upon
which still lay the rajah's corpse. In the semi-obscurity they
saw the victim, quite senseless, stretched out beside her husband's
body. Then a torch was brought, and the wood, soaked with
oil, instantly took fire.
At this moment Sir Francis and the guide seized Phileas
Fogg, who, in an instant of mad generosity, was about to rush
upon the pyre. But he had quickly pushed them aside, when
the whole scene suddenly changed. A cry of terror arose. The
whole multitude prostrated themselves, terror-stricken, on the
The old rajah was not dead, then, since he rose of a sudden,
like a spectre, took up his wife in his arms, and descended
from the pyre in the midst of the clouds of smoke, which only
heightened his ghostly appearance.
Fakirs and soldiers and priests, seized with instant terror, lay
there, with their faces on the ground, not darifig to lift their
eyes and behold such a prodigy.
The inanimate victim was borne along by the vigorous arms
which supported her, and which she did not seem in the least to
burden. Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis stood erect, the Parsee
bowed his head, and Passepartout was, no doubt, scarcely less
The resuscitated rajah approached Sir Francis and Mr. Fogg,
and, in an abrupt tone, said, Let us be off!"
It was Passepartout himself, who had slipped upon the pyre
in the midst of the smoke and, profiting by the still overhanging
darkness, had delivered the young woman from death! It was
Passepartout who, playing his part with a happy audacity, had
passed through the crowd amid the general terror.
A moment after all four of the party had disappeared in the
woods, and the elephant was bearing them away at a rapid pace.
But the cries and noise, and a ball which whizzed through
Phileas Fogg's hat, apprised them that the trick had been



The old rajah's body, indeed, now appeared upon the burning
pyre; and the priests, recovered from their terror, perceived
that an abduction had taken place. They hastened into the
forest, followed by the soldiers, who fired a volley after the
fugitives ; !ut the latter rapidly increased the distance between
them, and ere long found themselves beyond the reach of the
bullets and arrows.

THE rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour
Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed
the worthy fellow's hand, and his master said, "Well done!"
which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepar-
tout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg.
As for him, he had only been struck with a "queer" idea; and
he laughed to think that for a few moments he, Passepartout,
the ex-gymnast, ex-sergeant fireman, had been the spouse of a
charming woman, a venerable, embalmed rajah As for the
young Indian woman, she had been unconscious throughout of
what was passing, and now, wrapped up in a travelling-blanket,
was reposing in one of the howdahs.
The elephant, thanks to the skilful guidance of the Parsee,
was advancing,.-apidly through the still darksome forest, and,
an hour after leaving the pagoda, had crossed a vast plain.
They made a halt at seven o'clock, the young woman being
still in a state of complete prostration. The guide made her
drink a little brandy and water, but the drowsiness which
stupefied her could not yet be shaken off. Sir Francis, who was
familiar with the effects of the intoxication produced by the
fumes of hemp, reassured his companions on her account. But
he was more disturbed at the prospect of her future fate. He
told Phileas Fogg that, should Aouda remain in India, she
would inevitably fall again into the hands of her executioners.
These' fanatics were scattered throughout the country, and


would, despite the English police, recover their victim at
Madras, Bombay, or Calcutta. She would only be safe by
quitting India for ever.
Phileas Fogg replied that he would reflect upon the matter.
The station at Allahabad was reached about ten o'clock, and
the interrupted line of railway being resumed, would enable
them to reach Calcutta in less than twenty-four hours. Phileas
Fogg would thus be able to arrive in time to take the steamer
which left Calcutta the next day, October 25th, at noon, for
Hong Kong.
The young woman was placed in one of the waiting rooms of
the station, whilst Passepartout was charged with purchasing
for her various articles of toilet, a dress, shawl, and some furs;
for which his master gave him unlimited credit. Passepartout
started off forthwith, and found himself in the streets of Allaha-
bad, that is, the "City of God," one of the most venerated in
India, being built at the junction of the two sacred rivers
Ganges and Jumna, the waters of which attract pilgrims from
every part of the peninsula. The Ganges, according to the
legends of the Ramayana, rises in heaven, whence, owing to
Brahma's agency, it descends to the earth.
Passepartout made it a point, as he made his purchases, to
take a good look at the city. It was formerly defended by a
noble fort, which has since become a state prison; its commerce
has dwindled away, and Passepartout in vain looked about him
for such a bazaar as he used to frequent in Regent Street. At
last he came upon an elderly, crusty Jew, who sold second-hand
articles, and from whom he purchased a dress of Scotch stuff,
a large mantle, and a fine otter-skin pelisse, for which he did
not hesitate to pay seventy-five pounds. He then returned
triumphantly to the station.
The influence to which the priests of Pillaji had subjected
Aouda began gradually to yield, and she became more herself,
so that her fine eyes resumed all their soft Indian expression.
When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms of
the queen of Ahmehnagara, he speaks thus:-
"Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the
harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant
in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form
and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath
her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light


swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of
her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter
between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's
half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her ver-
milion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud,
glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the
most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple
waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline
of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth
in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures; and beneath
the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled
in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal
It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhapsody to
Aouda, that she was a charming woman, in all the European
acceptation of the phrase. She spoke English with great
purity, and the guide had not exaggerated in saying that the
young Parsee had been transformed by her bringing up.
The train was about to start from Allahabad, and Mr. Fogg
proceeded to pay the guide the price agreed upon for his ser-
vice, and not a farthing more ; which astonished Passepartout,
who remembered all that his master owed to the guide's de-
votion. He had, indeed, risked his life in the adventure at
Pillaji, and if he should be caught afterwards by the Indians, he
would with difficulty escape their vengeance. Kiouni, also,
must be disposed of. What should be done with the elephant,
which had been so dearly purchased ? Phileas Fogg had
already determined this question.
Parsee," said he to the guide, you have been serviceable
and devoted. I have paid for your service, but not for your
devotion. Would you like to have this elephant? He is yours."
The guide's eyes glistened.
"Your honour is giving me a fortune !" cried he.
"Take him, guide," returned Mr. Fogg, "and I shall still be
your debtor."
"Good!" exclaimed Passepartout; "take him, friend.
Kiouni is a brave and faithful beast." And, going up to the
elephant, he gave him several lumps of sugar, saying, Here,
Kiouni, here, here."
The elephant grunted out his satisfaction, and, clasping
Passepartout around the waist with his trunk, lifted him as high

as his head. Passepartout, not in the least alarmed, caressed
the animal, which replaced him gently on the ground.
Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passe-
partout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best
seat, were whirling at full speed towards Benares. It was a
run of eighty miles, and was accomplished in two hours. During
the journey, the young woman fully recovered her senses. What
was her astonishment to find herself in this carriage, on the
railway, dressed in European habiliments, and with travellers
who were quite strangers to her Her companions first set
about fully reviving her with a little liquor, and then Sir
Francis narrated to her what had passed, dwelling upon the
courage with which Phileas Fogg had not hesitated to risk his
life to save her, and recounting the happy sequel of the venture,
the result of Passepartout's rash idea. Mr. Fogg said nothing;
while Passepartout, abashed, kept repeating that "it wasn't
worth telling."
Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather with tears
than words ; her fine eyes interpreted her gratitude better than
her lips. Then, as her thoughts strayed back to the scene of
the sacrifice, and recalled the dangers which still menaced her,
she shuddered with terror.
Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Aouda's mind,
and offered, in order to reassure her, to escort her to Hong
Kong, where she might remain safely until the affair was
hushed up-an offer which she eagerly and gratefully accepted.
She had, it seems, a Parsee relation, who was one of the princi-
pal merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly an English city,
though on an island on the Chinese coast.
At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The
Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of the
ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet's tomb, was once suspended
between heaven and earth; though the Benares of to-day, which
the Orientalists call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoeti-
cally on the solid earth. Passepartout caught glimpses of its
brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the
place, as the train entered it.
Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty's destination, the troops
he was rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the
city. He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success,
and expressing the hope that he would come that way again in



a less original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly
pressed him by the hand. The parting of Aouda, who did.not
forget what she owed to Sir Francis, betrayed more warmth;
and, as for Passepartout, he received a hearty shake of the hand
from the gallant general.
The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along the
valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of their carriage
the travellers had glimpses of the diversified landscape of Behar,
with its mountains clothed in verdure, its fields of barley, wheat,
and corn, its jungles peopled with green alligators, its neat
villages, and its still thickly-leaved forests. Elephants were
bathing in the waters of the sacred river, and groups of Indians,
despite the advanced season and chilly air, were performing
solemnly their pious ablutions. These were fervent Brahmins,
the bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities being Vishnu, the
solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of natural forces, and
Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators. What
would these divinities think of India, anglicized as it is to-day,
with steamers whistling and scudding along the Ganges, fright-
ening the gulls which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming
along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its borders?
The panorama passed before their eyes like a flash, save
when the steam concealed it fitfully from the view; the travel-
lers could scarcely discern the fort of Chupenie, twenty miles
south-westward from Benares, the ancient stronghold of the
rajahs of Behar; or Ghazipur and its famous rose-water fac-
tories ; or the tomb of Lord Cornwallis, rising on the left bank of
the Ganges; the fortified town of Buxar, or Patna, a large
manufacturing and trading place, where is held the principal
opium market of India; or Monghir, a more than European
town, for it is as English as Manchester or Birmingham, with
its iron foundries, edge-tool factories, and high chimneys puffing
clouds of black smoke heavenward.
Night came on; the train passed on at full speed, in the
midst of the roaring of the tigers, bears, and wolves, which fled
before the locomotive; and the marvels of Bengal, Golconda,
ruined Gour, Murshedabad, the ancient capital, Burdwan,
Hugly, and the French town of Chandernagor, where Passepar-
tout would have been proud to see his country's flag flying, were
hidden from their view in the darkness.
Calcutta was reached at seven in the morning, and the packet

left for Hong Kong at noon; so that Phileas Fogg had five
hours before him.
According to his journal, he was due at Calcutta on the 25th
of October, and that was the exact date of his actual arrival.
He was therefore neither behindhand nor ahead of time. The
two days gained between London and Bombay had been lost,
as has been seen, in the journey across India. But it is not to
be supposed that Phileas Fogg regretted them.

THE train entered the station, and Passepartout, jumping out
first, was followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion
to descend. Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the
Hong Kong steamer, in order to get Aouda comfortably settled
for the voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while they were
still on dangerous ground.
Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to
him, and said, Mr. Phileas Fogg?"
I am he."
"Is this man your servant?" added the policeman, pointing
to Passepartout.
"Be so good, both of you, as to follow me."
Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman
was a representative of the law, and law is sacredto an English-
man. Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the
policeman tapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made him a
signal to obey.
"May this young lady go with us ?" asked he.
"She may," replied the policeman.
Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a
" palki-gari," a sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two
horses, in which they took their places and were driven away.
No one spoke during the twenty minutes which elapsed before


they reached their destination. They first passed through the
" black town," with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts,
and squalid population; then through the "European town,"
which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions, shaded by
cocoanut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it was
early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equi-
pages were passing back and forth.
The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which,
however, did not have the appearance of a private mansion.
The policeman, having requested his prisoners-for so, truly,
they might be called-to descend, conducted them into a room
with barred windows, and said, You will appear before Judge
Obadiah at half-past eight."
He then retired, and closed the door.
"Why, we are prisoners!" exclaimed Passepartout, falling
into a chair.
Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr.
Fogg, Sir, you must leave me to my fate It is on my account
that you receive this treatment ; it is for having saved me "
Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was im-
possible. It was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for
preventing a suttee. The complainants would not dare present
themselves with such a charge. There was some mistake.
Moreover, he would not in any event abandon Aouda, but
would escort her to Hong Kong.
"But the steamer leaves at noon!" observed Passepartout,
We shall be on board by noon," replied his master,
It was said so positively, that Passepartout could not help
muttering to himself, Parbleu, that's certain Before noon
we shall be on board." But he was by no means reassured.
At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared,
and, requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining
hall. It was evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans
and natives already occupied the rear of the apartment.
Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a
bench opposite the desks of the magistrate and his clerk.
Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed
by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down a wig which
was hanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on his head.

The first case," said he; then, putting his hand to his head,
he exclaimed, "Heh This is not my wig! "
No, your worship," returned the clerk, it is mine."
My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sen-
tence in a clerk's wig ?"
The wigs were exchanged.
Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the face
of the big clock over the judge seemed to go round with terrible
The first case," repeated Judge Obadiah.
Phileas Fogg ?" demanded Oysterpuff.
I am here," replied Mr. Fogg.
"Passepartout ?"
"Present !" responded Passepartout.
Good," said the judge. You have been looked for, pri-
soners, for two days on the trains from Bombay."
"But of what are we accused ?" asked Passepartout, impa-
"You are about to be informed."
"I am an English subject, sir," said Mr. Fogg, "and I have
the right-"
Have you been ill-treated ?"
Not at all."
Very well; let the complainants come in."
A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three
Indian priests entered.
That's it," muttered Passepartout; "these are the rogues
who were going to burn our young lady."
The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the
clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege
against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of
having violated a place held consecrated by the Brahmin
"You hear the charge ?" asked the judge.
"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, and I
admit it."
"You admit it ?"
"I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, 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 what was said,


"Yes," cried Passepartout, warmly; at the pagoda of
Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning their
The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests were
"What victim?" said Judge Obadiah. "Burn whom? In
Bombay itself?"
"Bombay ?" cried Passepartout.
"Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but
of the pagoda of Malebar Hill, at Bombay."
And as a proof," added the clerk, here are the desecrator's
very shoes, which he left behind him."
Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk.
My shoes !" cried Passepartout, in his surprise permitting
this imprudent exclamation to escape him.
The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten
the affair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at
Calcutta, may be imagined.
Fix, the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passe-
partout's escapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for
twelve hours, had consulted the priests of Malebar Hill.
Knowing that the English authorities dealt very severely with
this kind of misdemeanor, he promised them a goodly sum in
damages, and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train.
Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young widow,
Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before Mr. Fogg
and his servant, the magistrates having been already warned by
a despatchto arrest them, should they arrive. Fix's disappoint-
ment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his
appearance in Calcutta, may be imagined. He made up his
mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the route and
taken refuge in the southern provinces. For twenty-four hours
Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety; at last he was
rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accom-
panied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a
loss to explain. He hastened for a policeman; and this was
how the party came to be arrested and brought before Judge
Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would
have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-
room, watching the proceedings with an interest easily under-

stood; for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta, as it
had done at Bombay and Suez.
Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout's rash
exclamation, which the poor fellow would have given the world
to recall.
The facts are admitted ?" asked the judge.
"Admitted," replied Mr. Fogg, coldly.
Inasmuch," resumed the judge, "as the English law protects
equally and sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the
man Passepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred
pagoda of Malebar Hill, at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I
condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days
and a fine of three hundred pounds."
Three hundred pounds !" cried Passepartout, startled at the
largeness of the sum.
Silence! shouted the constable.
"And inasmuch," continued the judge, "as it is not proved
that the act was not done by the connivance of the master with
the servant, and as the master in any case must be held respon-
sible for the acts of his paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg
to a week's imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty
Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas
Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more
than time for the warrant to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied.
This sentence ruined his master. A wager of twenty thousand
pounds lost, because he, like a precious fool, had gone into that
abominable pagoda!
Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in
the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it
was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next
case, he rose, and said, "I offer bail."
You have that right," returned the judge.
Fix's blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when
he heard the judge announce that the bail required for each
prisoner would be one thousand pounds.
I will pay it at once," said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank.
bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and
placing them on the clerk's desk.
This sum will be restored to you upon your release from
prison," said the judge. Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail'"


"Come !" said Phileas Fogg to his servant.
"But let them at least give me back my shoes cried Passe-
partout, angrily.
Ah, these are pretty dear shoes he muttered, as they were
handed to him. "More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides,
they pinch my feet."
Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed
by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that
the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds
behind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail, and
issued forth on Mr. Fogg's traces. That gentleman took a
carriage, and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.
The Rangoon was moored half a mile off in the harbour,
its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head. .Eleven
o'clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time.
Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the
steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment.
"The rascal is off, after all !" he exclaimed. "Two thousand
pounds sacrificed! He's as prodigal as a thief! I'll follow him
to the end of the world if necessary; but at the rate he is going
on, the stolen money will soon be exhausted."
The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture.
Since leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes,
the purchase of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had
already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way, and
the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber,
promised to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing.

THE "Rangoon"-one of the Peninsular and Oriental Com-
pany's boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas-was a
screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seventeen hundred
and seventy tons, and with engines of four hundred horse-power.
She was as fast, but not. as well fitted up, as the Mongolia,"


and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board of her
as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from
Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand
five hundred miles, occupying from ten to twelve days, and the
young woman was not difficult to please.
During the first days of the journey Aouda became better
acquainted with her protector, and constantly gave evidence of
her deep gratitude for what he had done. The phlegmatic
gentleman listened to her, apparently at least, with coldness,
neither his voice nor his manner betraying the slightest emotion;
but he seemed to be always on the watch that nothing should be
wanting to Aouda's comfort. He visited her regularly each day
at certain hours, not so much to talk himself as to sit and hear
her talk. He treated her with the strictest politeness, but with
the precision of an automaton, the movements of which had
been arranged for this purpose. Aouda did not quite know
what to make of him, though Passepartout had given her some
hints of his master's eccentricity, and made her smile by telling
her of the wager which was sending him round the world.
After all, she owed Phileas Fogg her life, and she always
regarded him through the exalting medium of her gratitude.
Aouda confirmed the Parsee guide's narrative of her touching
history. She did, indeed, belong to the highest of the native
races of India. Many of the Parsee merchants have made
great fortunes there by dealing in cotton; and one of them, Sir
Jametsee Jeejeebhoy, was made a baronet by the English
government. Aouda was a relative of this great man, and it
was his cousin, Jeejeeh, whom she hoped to join at Hong Kong.
Whether she would find a protector in him she could not tell;
but Mr. Fogg essayed to calm her anxieties, and to assure her
that everything would be mathematically-he used the very
word-arranged. Aouda fastened her great eyes, clear as the
sacred lakes of the Himalaya," upon him; but the intractable
Fogg, as reserved as ever, did not seem at all inclined to throw
himself into this lake.
The first few days of the voyage passed prosperously, amid
favourable weather and propitious winds, and they soon came
in sight of the great Andaman, the principal of the islands in
the Bay of Bengal, with its picturesque Saddle Peak, two
thousand four hundred feet high, looming above the waters.
The steamer passed along near the shores, but the savage


Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but are
not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their
The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was
superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teakwood, of
the gigantic mimosa, and tree-like ferns covered the foreground,
while behind, the graceful outlines of the mountains were traced
against the sky; and along the coasts swarmed by thousands
the precious swallows whose nests furnish a luxurious dish to
the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied landscape
afforded by the Andaman Islands was soon passed, however,
and the Rangoon" rapidly approached the Straits of Malacca,
which give access to the China seas.
What was detective Fix, so unluckily drawn on from country
to country, doing all this while? He had managed to embark
on the "Rangoon" at Calcutta without being seen by Passe-
partout, after leaving orders that, if the warrant should arrive,
it should be forwarded to him at Hong Kong; and he hoped to
conceal his presence to the end of the voyage. It would have
been difficult to explain why he was on board without awaking
Passepartout's suspicions, who thought him still at Bombay.
But necessity impelled him, nevertheless, to renew his acquain-
tance with the worthy servant, as will be seen.
All the detective's hopes and wishes were now centred on
Hong Kong; for the steamer's stay at Singapore would be too
brief to enable him to take any steps there. The arrest must
be made at Hong Kong, or the robber would probably escape
him for ever. Hong Kong was the last English ground on
which he would set foot; beyond, China, Japan, Americ-
offered to Fogg an almost certain refuge. If the warrant should
at last make its appearance at Hong Kong, Fix could arrest
him and give him into the hands of the local police, and there
would be no further trouble. But beyond Hong Kong, a simple
warrant would be of no avail; an extradition warrant would be
necessary, and that would result in delays and obstacles, of
which the rascal would take advantage to elude justice.
Fix thought over these probabilities during the long hours
'which he spent in his cabin, and kept repeating to himself,
" Now, either the warrant will be at Hong Kong, in which case
I shall arrest my man, or it will not be there; and this time it
is absolutely necessary that I should delay his departure. I


have failed at Bombay, and I have failed at Calcutta: if I fail
at Hong Kong, my reputation is lost. Cost what it may, I must
succeed But how shall I prevent his departure, if that should
turn out to be my last resource ? "
Fix made up his mind that, if worst came to worst, he would
make a confidant of Passepartout, and tell him what kind of a
fellow his master reallywas. That Passepartout was not Fogg's
accomplice, he was very certain. The servant, enlightened by
his disclosure, and afraid of being himself implicated in the
crime, would doubtless become an ally of the detective. But
this method was a dangerous one, only to be employed when
everything else had failed. A word from Passepartout to his
master would ruin all. The detective was therefore in a sore
strait. But suddenly a new idea struck him. The presence
of Aouda on the Rangoon," in company with Phileas Fogg,
gave him new material for reflection.
Who was this woman? What combination of events had
made her Fogg's travelling companion? They had evidently
met somewhere between Bombay and Calcutta; but where?
Had they met accidentally, or had Fogg gone into the interior
purposely in quest of this charming damsel ? Fix was fairly
puzzled. He asked himself whether there had not been a wicked
elopement; and this idea so impressed itself upon his mind
that he determined to make use of the supposed intrigue.
Whether the young woman were married or not, he would be
able to create such difficulties for Mr. Fogg at Hong Kong, that
he could not escape by paying any amount of money.
But could he even wait till they reached Hong Kong ? Fogg
had an abominable way of jumping from one boat to another,
and, before anything could be effected, might get full under
weigh again for Yokohama.
Fix decided that he must warn the English authorities, and
signal the Rangoon before her arrival. This was easy to do,
since the steamer stopped at Singapore, whence there is a tele-
graphic wire to Hong Kong. He finally resolved, moreover,
before acting more positively, to question Passepartout. It
would not be difficult to make him talk; and, as there was no
time to lose, Fix prepared to make himself known.
It was now the 30th of October, and on the following day the
"Rangoon" was due at Singapore.
Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout


was promenading up and down in the forward part of the
steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance
of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the
"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the
really astonished Passepartout, recognizing his crony of the
"Mongolia." Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are,
on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world
too ?"
"No, no," replied Fix; I shall stop at Hong Kong-at least
for some days."
Hum !" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant per-
plexed. But how is it I have not seen you on board since we
left Calcutta?"
Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness,-I've been staying in my berth.
The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the
Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg ?"
"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time !
But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady
with us."
"A young lady ?" replied the detective, not seeming to com-
prehend what was said.
Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair
at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two
thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest and sentence of the
Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to
liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events,
seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related;
and the latter was charmed to find so interested a listener.
But does your master propose to carry this young woman to
Europe ?"
Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the
protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong
Nothing to be done there," said Fix to himself, concealing
his disappointment. "A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout ?"
Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly
glass on board the 'Rangoon.'"


THE detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this
interview, though Fix was reserved and did not attempt to
induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr.
Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once
or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin,
where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his inveterate
habit, took a hand at whist.
Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange
chance kept Fix still on the route that his master was pursuing.
It was really worth considering why this certainly very amiable
and complacent person, whom he had first met at Suez, had
then encountered on board the Mongolia," who disembarked
at Bombay, which he announced as his destination, and now
turned up so unexpectedly on the "Rangoon," was following
Mr. Fogg's tracks step by step. What was Fix's object ?
Passepartout was ready to wager his Indian shoes-which he
religiously preserved-that Fix would also leave Hong Kong
at the same time with them, and probably on the same
Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a century
without hitting upon the real object which the detective had in
view. He never could have imagined that Phileas Fogg was
being tracked as a robber around the globe. But as it is in
human nature to attempt the solution of every mystery, Passe-
partout suddenly discovered an explanation of Fix's movements,
which was in truth far from unreasonable. Fix, he thought,
could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg's friends at the Reform
Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went
round the world as'had been agreed upon.
It's clear !" repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud
of his shrewdness. "He's a spy sent to keep us in view!
That isn't quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who
is so honourable a man Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this
shall cost you dear !"
Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to say


nothing to his master, lest he should be justly offended at this
mistrust on the part of his adversaries. But he determined to
chaff Fix, when he had the chance, with mysterious allusions,
which, however, need not betray his real suspicions.
During the afternoon of Wednesday, October 3oth, the
"Rangoon" entered the Strait of Malacca, which separates the
peninsula of that name from Sumatra. The mountainous and
craggy islets intercepted the beauties of this noble island from
the view of the travellers. The "Rangoon" weighed anchor at
Singapore the next day at four a.m., to receive coal, having
gained half a day on the prescribed time of her arrival.
Phileas Fogg noted this gain in his journal, ahd then, accom-
panied by Aouda, who betrayed a desire for a walk on shore,
Fix, who suspected Mr. Fogg's every movement, followed
them cautiously, without being himself perceived; while Passe-
partout, laughing in his sleeve at Fix's manoeuvres, went about
his usual errands.
The island of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there
are no mountains; yet its appearance is not without attractions.
It is a park checkered by pleasant highways and avenues. A
handsome carriage, drawn by a sleek pair of New Holland
horses, carried Phileas Fogg and Aouda into the midst of rows
of palms with brilliant foliage, and of clove-trees whereof the
cloves form the heart of a half-open flower. Pepper plants re-
placed the prickly hedges of European fields; sago-bushes, large
ferns with gorgeous branches, varied the aspect of this tropical
clime; while nutmeg-trees in full foliage filled the air with a
penetrating perfume. Agile and grinning bands of monkeys
skipped about in the trees, nor were tigers wanting in the
After a drive of two hours through the country, Aouda and
Mr. Fogg returned to the town, which is a vast collection of
heavy-looking, irregular houses, surrounded by charming
gardens rich in tropical fruits and plants; and at ten o'clock
they re-embarked, closely followed by the detective, who had
kept them constantly in sight.
Passepartout, who had been purchasing several dozen mangoes
-a fruit as large as good-sized apples, of a dark brown colour
outside and a bright red within, and whose white pulp, melting
in the mouth, affords gourmands a delicious sensation-was


waiting for them on deck. He was only too glad to offer some
mangoes to Aouda, who thanked him very gracefully for them.
At eleven o'clock the "Rangoon" rode out of Singapore
harbour, and in a few hours the high mountains of Malacca,
with their forests inhabited by the most beautifully-furred tigers
in the world, were lost to view. Singapore is distant some
thirteen hundred miles from the island of Hong Kong, which is
a little English colony near the Chinese coast. Phileas Fogg
hoped to accomplish the journey in six days, so as to be in time
for the steamer which would leave on the 6th of November for
Yokohama, the principal Japanese port.
The "Rangodn" had a large quota of passengers, many of
whom disembarked at Singapore, among them a number of
Indians, Ceylonese, Chinamen, Malays, and Portuguese, mostly
second-class travellers.
The weather, which had hitherto been fine, changed with the
last quarter of the moon. The sea rolled heavily, and the wind
at intervals rose almost to a storm, but happily blew from the
south-west, and thus aided the steamer's progress. The captain
as often as possible put up his sails, and under the double action
of steam and sail, the vessel made rapid progress along the
coasts of Anam and Cochin China. Owing to the defective
construction of the "Rangoon," however, unusual precautions
became necessary in unfavourable weather; but the loss of time
which resulted from this cause, while it nearly drove Passepartout
out of his senses, did not seem to affect his master in the least.
Passepartout blamed the captain, the engineer, and the crew,
and consigned all who were connected with the ship to the land
where the pepper grows. Perhaps the thought of the gas, which
was remorselessly burning at his expense in Saville Row, had
something to do with his hot impatience.
"You are in a great hurry, then," said Fix to him one day,
"to reach Hong Kong ?"
"A very great hurry !"
"Mr. Fogg, I suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer for
"Terribly anxious."
"You believe in this journey around the world, then ?"
"Absolutely. Don't you, Mr. Fix ?"
I ? I don't believe a word of it."
"You're a sly dog!" said Passepartout, winking at him.


This expression rather disturbed Fix, without his knowing
why. Had the Frenchman guessed his real purpose? He knew
not what to think. But how could Passepartout have discovered
that he was a detective ? Yet, in speaking as he did, the man
evidently meant more than he expressed.
Passepartout went still further the next day; he could not
hold his tongue.
"Mr. Fix," said he, in a bantering tone; "shall we be so un-
fortunate as to lose you when we get to Hong Kong ?"
"Why," responded Fix, a little embarrassed, I don't know;
Ah, if you .would only go on with us An agent of the
Peninsular Company, you know, can't stop on the way You
were only going to Bombay, and here you are in China.
America is not far off, and from America to Europe is only a
Fix looked intently at his companion, whose countenance was
as serene as possible, and laughed with him. But Passepartout
persisted in chaffing him by asking him if he made much by his
present occupation.
Yes, and no," returned Fix; "there is good and bad luck in
such things. But you must understand that I don't travel at
my own expense."
Oh, I am quite sure of that !" cried Passepartout, laughing
Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave himself
up to his reflections. He was evidently suspected; somehow
or other the Frenchman had found out that he was a detective.
But had he told his master? What part was he playing in all
this: was he an accomplice or not ? Was the game, then, up ?
Fix spent several hours turning these things over in his mind,
sometimes thinking that all was lost, then persuading himself
that Fogg was ignorant of his presence, and then undecided
what course it was best to take.
Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind, and at last
resolved to deal plainly with Passepartout. If he did not find
it practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong Kong, and if Fogg made
preparations to leave that last foothold of English territory, he,
Fix, would tell Passepartout all. Either the servant was the
accomplice of his master, and in this case the master knew of
his operations, and he should fail; or else the servant knew


nothing about the robbery, and then his interest would be to
abandon the robber.
Such was the situation between Fix and Passepartout. Mean-
while Phileas Fogg moved about above them in the most majestic
and unconscious indifference. He was passing methodically in
his orbit around the world, regardless of the lesser stars which
gravitated around him. Yet there was near by what the astro-
nomers would call a disturbing star, which might have produced
an agitation in this gentleman's heart. But no the charms of
Aouda failed to act, to Passepartout's great surprise; and the
disturbances, if they existed, would have been more difficult to
calculate than those of Uranus which led to the discovery of
It was every day an increasing wonder to Passepartout, who
read in Aouda's eyes the depths of her gratitude to his master.
Phileas Fogg, though brave and gallant, must be, he thought,
quite heartless. As to the sentiment which this journey might
have awakened in him, there was clearly no trace of such a
thing; while poor Passepartout existed in perpetual reveries.
One day he was leaning on the railing of the engine-room, and
was observing the engine, when a sudden pitch of the steamer
threw the screw out of the water. The steam came hissing out
of the valves; and this made Passepartout indignant.
"The valves are not sufficiently charged!" he exclaimed.
"We are not going. Oh, these English! If this was an
American craft, we should blow up. perhaps, but we should at
all events go faster !"

THE weather was bad during the latter days of the voyage.
The wind, obstinately remaining in the north-west, blew a gale,
and retarded the steamer. The "Rangoon" rolled heavily, and
the passengers became impatient of the long, monstrous waves
which the wind raised before their path. A sort of tempest
arose on the 3rd of November, the squall knocking the vessel


about with fury, and the waves running high. The" Rangoon"
reefed all her sails, and even the rigging proved too much,
whistling and shaking amid the squall. The steamer was forced
to proceed slowly, and the captain estimated that she would
reach Hong Kong twenty hours behind time, and more if the
storm lasted.
Phileas Fogg gazed at the tempestuous sea, which seemed
to be struggling especially to delay him, with his habitual
tranquillity. He never changed countenance for an instant,
though a delay of twenty hours, by making him too late for the
Yokohama boat, would almost inevitably cause the loss of the
wager. But this man of nerve manifested neither impatience
nor annoyance; it seemed as if the storm were a part of his
programme, and had been foreseen. Aouda was amazed to
find him as calm as he had been from the first time she saw
Fix did not look at the state of things in the same light. The
storm greatly pleased him. His satisfaction would have been
complete had the Rangoon" been forced to retreat before the
violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with hope,
for it became more and more probable that Fogg would be
obliged to remain some days at Hong Kong; and now the
heavens themselves became his allies, with the gusts and squalls.
It mattered not that they made him sea-sick-he made no
account of this inconvenience; and whilst his body was
writhing under their effects, his spirit bounded with hopeful
Passepartout was enraged beyond expression by the unpro-
pitious weather. Everything had gone so well till now! Earth
and sea had seemed to be at his master's service ; steamers and
railways obeyed him; wind and steam united to speed his
journey. Had the hour of adversity come? Passepartout was
as much excited as if the twenty thousand pounds were to come
from his own pocket. The storm exasperated him, the gale
made him furious, and he longed to lash the obstinate sea into
obedience. Poor fellow Fix carefully concealed from him his
own' satisfaction, for, had he betrayed it, Passepartout could
scarcely have restrained himself from personal violence.
Passepartout remained on deck as long as the tempest lasted,
being unable to remain quiet below, and taking it into his head
to aid the progress of the ship by lending a hand with the crew.


He overwhelmed the captain, officers, and sailors, who could
not help laughing at his impatience, with all sorts of questions.
He wanted to know exactly how long the storm was going to
last; whereupon he was referred to the barometer, which seemed
to have no intention of rising. Passepartout shook it, but with
no perceptible effect; for neither shaking nor maledictions could
prevail upon it to change its mind.
On the 4th, however, the sea became more calm, and the
storm lessened its violence; the wind veered southward, and
was once more favourable. Passepartout cleared up with the
weather. Some of the sails were unfurled, and the "'Rangoon"
resumed its most rapid speed. The time lost could not, how-
ever, be regained. Land was not signalled until five o'clock on
the -morning of the 6th; -the steamer was due on the 5th.
Phileas Fogg was twenty-four hours behindhand, and the Yoko-
hama steamer would of course be missed.
The pilot went on board at six, and took his place on the
bridge, to guide the "Rangoon" through the channels to the
port of Hong Kong. Passepartout longed to ask him if the
steamer had left for Yokohama; but he dared not, for he wished
to preserve the spark of hope which still remained till the last
moment. He had confided his anxiety to Fix, who-the sly
rascal !-tried to console him by saying that Mr. Fogg would
be in time if he took the next boat; but this only put Passe-
partout in a passion.
Mr. Fogg, bolder than his servant, did not hesitate to approach
the pilot, and tranquilly ask him if he knew when a steamer
would leave Hong Kong for Yokohama.
"At high tide to-morrow morning," answered the pilot.
"Ah!" said Mr. Fogg, without betraying any.:astonishment.
Passepartout, who heard what passed, woull willingly have
embraced the pilot, while Fix would have been glad to twist his
"What is the steamer's name ?" asked Mr. Fogg.
"The Carnatic.'"
"Ought she not to have gone yesterday ?"
"Yes, sir; but they had to repair one of her boilers, and so
her departure was postponed till to-morrow."
Thank you," returned Mr. Fogg, descending mathematically
to the saloon.
Passepartout clasped the pilot's hand and shook it heartily


in his delight, exclaiming, "Pilot, you are the best of good
The pilot probably does not know to this day why his
responses won him this enthusiastic greeting. He remounted
the bridge, and guided the steamer through the flotilla of junks,
tankas, and fishing-boats which crowd the harbour of Hong
At one o'clock the "Rangoon" was at the quay, and the
passengers were going ashore.
Chance had strangely favoured Phileas Fogg, for, had not
the Carnatic been forced to lie over for repairing her boilers,
she would have left on the 6th of November, and the passengers
for Japan would have been obliged to await for a week the
sailing of the next steamer. Mr. Fogg was, it is true, twenty-
four hours behind his time; but this could not seriously imperil
the remainder of his tour.
The steamer which crossed the Pacific from Yokohama to
San Francisco made a direct connexion with that from Hong
Kong, and it could not sail until the latter reached Yokohama;
and if Mr. Fogg was twenty-four hours late on reaching Yoko-
hama, this time would no doubt be easily regained in the voyage
of twenty-two days across the Pacific. He found himself, then,
about twenty-four hours behindhand, thirty-five days after
leaving London.
The Carnatic" was announced to leave Hong Kong at five
the next morning. Mr. Fogg had sixteen hours in which to
attend to his business there, which was to deposit Aouda safely
with her wealthy relative.
On landing, he conducted her to a palanquin, in which they
repaired to the Club Hotel. A room was engaged for the young
woman, and Mr. .Fogg, after seeing that she wanted for nothing,
set out in search of her cousin Jejeeh. He instructed Passe-
partout to remain at the hotel until his return, that Aouda
might not be left entirely alone.
Mr. Fogg repaired to the Exchange, where, he did not doubt,
every one would know so wealthy and considerable a personage
as the Parsee merchant. Meeting a broker, he made the
inquiry, to learn that Jejeeh had left China two years before,
and, retiring from business with an immense fortune, had taken
up his residence in Europe-in Holland, the broker thought,
with the merchants of which country he had principally traded.


Phileas Fogg returned to the hotel, begged a moment's con-
versation with Aouda, and, without more ado, apprised her that
Jejeeh was no longer at Hong Kong, but probably in Holland.
Aouda at first said nothing. She passed her hand across her
forehead, and reflected a few moments. Then, in her sweet,
soft voice, she said, "What ought I do, Mr. Fogg?"
"It is very simple," responded the gentleman. "Go on to
But I cannot intrude--"
"You do not intrude, nor do you in the least embarrass my
project. Passepartout!"
"Go to the Carnatic,' and engage three cabins."
Passepartout, delighted that the young woman, who was very
gracious to him, was going to continue the journey with them,
went off at a brisk gait to obey his master's order.

HONG KONG is an island which came into the possession of
the English by the treaty of Nankin, after the war of 1842 ; and
the colonizing genius of the English has created upon it an
important city and an excellent port. The island is situated at
the mouth of the Canton River, and is separated by about sixty
miles from the Portuguese town of Macao, on the opposite coast.
Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the struggle for the Chinese
trade, and now the greater part of the transportation of Chinese
goods finds its dep6t at the former place. Docks, hospitals,
wharves, a Gothic cathedral, a government house, macadamized
streets give to Hong Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or
Surrey transferred by some strange magic to the antipodes. .
Passepartout wandered, with his hands in his pockets, towards
the Victoria port, gazing as he went at the curious palanquins
and other modes of conveyance, and the groups of Chinese,
Japanese, and Europeans who passed to and fro in the streets.


Hong Kong seemed to him not unlike Bombay, Calcutta, and
Singapore, since, like them, it betrayed everywhere the evidence
of English supremacy. At the Victoria port he found a confused
mass of ships of all nations, English, French, American, and
Dutch, men-of-war and trading vessels, Japanese and Chinese
junks, sempas, tankas, and flower-boats, which formed so many
floating parterres. Passepartout noticed in the crowd a number
of the natives who seemed very old and were dressed in yellow.
On going into a barber's to get shaved, he learned that these
ancient men were all at least eighty years old, at which age they
are permitted to wear yellow, which is the Imperial colour.
Passepartout, without exactly knowing why, thought this very
On reaching the quay where they were to embark on the
"Carnatic," he was not astonished to find Fix walking up and
down. The detective seemed very much disturbed and dis-
"This is bad," muttered Passepartout, "for the gentlemen of
the Reform Club !" He accosted Fix with a merry smile, as if
he had not perceived that gentleman's chagrin. The detective
had, indeed, good reasons to inveigh against the bad luck which
pursued him. The warrant had not come! It was certainly
on the way, but as certainly it could not now reach Hong Kong
for several days; and this being the last English territory on
Mr. Fogg's route, the robber would escape, unless he could
manage to detain him.
"Well, Monsieur Fix," said Passepartout, "have you decided
to go on with us as far as America?"
Yes," returned Fix, through his set teeth.
"Good!" exclaimed Passepartout, laughing heartily. "I
knew you could not persuade yourself to separate from us. Come
and engage your berth."
They entered the steamer office and secured cabins for four
persons. The clerk, as he gave them the tickets, informed them
that, the repairs on the Carnatic having been completed, the
steamer would leave that very evening, and not next morning,
as had been announced.
"That will suit my master all the better," said Passepartout.
"I will go and let him know."
Fix now decided to make a bold move; he resolved to tell
Passepartout all It seemed to be the only possible means of

keeping Phileas Fogg several days longer at Hong Kong. He
accordingly invited his companion into a tavern which caught
his eye on the quay. On entering, they found themselves in a
large room handsomely decorated, at the end of which was a
large camp-bed furnished with cushions. Several persons lay
upon this bed in a deep sleep. At the small tables which were
arranged about the room some thirty customers were drinking
English beer, porter, gin, and brandy; smoking, the while, long
red clay pipes stuffed with little balls of opium mingled with
essence of rose. From time to time one of the smokers, over-
come with the narcotic, would slip under the table, whereupon
the waiters, taking him by the head and feet, carried and laid
him upon the bed. The bed already supported twenty of these
stupefied sots.
Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in a smoking-house
haunted by those wretched, cadaverous, idiotic creatures, to
whom the English merchants sell every year the miserable drug
called opium, to the amount of one million four hundred thousand
pounds-thousands devoted to one of the most despicable vices
which afflict humanity The Chinese government has in vain
attempted to deal with the evil by stringent laws. It passed
gradually from the rich, to whom it was at first exclusively
reserved, to the lower classes, and then its ravages could not be
arrested. Opium is smoked everywhere, at all times, by men
and women, in the Celestial Empire; and, once accustomed to
it, the victims cannot dispense with it, except by suffering
horrible bodily contortions and agonies. A great smoker can
smoke as many as eight pipes a day; but he dies in five years.
It was in one of these dens that Fix and Passepartout, in search
of a friendly glass, found themselves. Passepartout had no
money, but willingly accepted Fix's invitation, in the hope of
returning the obligation at some future time.
They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman
did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention.
They chatted about the journey, and Passepartout was especially
merry at the idea that Fix was going to continue it with them.
When the bottles were empty, however, he rose to go and tell
his master of the change in the time of the sailing of the
Fix caught him by the arm, and said, Wait a moment."
"What for, Mr. Fix?"


I want to have a serious talk with you."
"A serious talk !" cried Passepartout, drinking up the little
wine that was left in the bottom of his glass. Well, we'll talk
about it to-morrow; I haven't time now."
Stay What I have to say concerns your master."
Passepartout, at this, looked attentively at his companion.
Fix's face seemed to have a singular expression. He resumed
his seat.
What is it that you have to say ?"
Fix placed his hand upon Passepartout's arm and, lowering
his voice, said, You have guessed who I am?"
"Parbleu !" said Passepartout, smiling.
Then I'm going to tell you everything--"
"Now that I know everything, my friend! Ah that's very
good. But go on, go on. First, though, let me tell you that
those gentlemen have put themselves to a useless expense."
"Useless!" said Fix. "You speak confidently. It's clear
that you don't know how large the sum is."
"Of course I do," returned Passepartout. Twenty thousand
Fifty-five thousand !" answered Fix, pressing his companion's
What!" cried the Frenchman. Has Monsieur Fogg dared
fifty-five thousand pounds! Well, there's all the more reason
for not losing an instant," he continued, getting up hastily.
Fix pushed Passepartout back in his chair, and resumed:
" Fifty-five thousand pounds; and if I succeed, I get two
thousand pounds. If you'll help me, I'll let you have five
hundred of them."
Help you ?" cried Passepartout, whose eyes were standing
wide open.
Yes; help me keep Mr. Fogg here for two or three days."
"Why, what are you saying? Those gentlemen are not
satisfied with following my master and suspecting his honour,
but they must try to put obstacles in his way? I blush for
them !"
What do you mean ?"
I mean that it is a piece of shameful trickery. They might
as well waylay Mr. Fogg and put his money in their pockets !"
That's just what we count on doing."
"It's a conspiracy, then," cried Passepartout, who became


more and more excited as the liquor mounted in his head, for
he drank without perceiving it. "A real conspiracy! And
gentlemen, too. Bah!"
Fix began to be puzzled.
"Members of the Reform Club !" continued Passepartout.
"You must know, Monsieur Fix, that my master is an honest
man, and that, when he makes a wager, he tries to win it fairly !"
"But who do you think I am?" asked Fix, looking at him
Parbleu An agent of the members of the Reform Club,
sent out here to interrupt my master's journey. But, though I
found you out some time ago, I've taken good care to say nothing
about it to Mr. Fogg."
"He knows nothing, then ?"
Nothing," replied Passepartout, again emptying his glass.
The detective passed his hand across his forehead, hesitating
before he spoke again. What should he do ? Passepartout's
mistake seemed sincere, but it made his design more difficult.
It was evident that the servant was not the master's accomplice,
as Fix had been inclined to suspect.
Well," said the detective to himself, "as he is not an accom-
plice, he will help me."
He had no time to lose: Fogg must be detained at Hong
Kong; so he resolved to make a clean breast of it.
Listen to me," said Fix abruptly. I am not, as you think,
an agent of the members of the Reform Club--"
"Bah !" retorted Passepartout, with an air of raillery.
"I am a police detective, sent out here by the London office."
"You, a detective?"
"I will prove it. Here is my commission."
Passepartout was speechless with astonishment when Fix
displayed this document, the genuineness of which could not be
Mr. Fogg's wager," resumed Fix, "is only a pretext, of which
you and the gentlemen of the Reform are dupes. He had a
motive for securing your innocent complicity."
"But why?"
"Listen. On the 28th of last September a robbery of fifty-five
thousand pounds was committed at the Bank of England by a
person whose description was fortunately secured. Here is this
description; it answers exactly to that of Mr. Phileas Fogg."


What nonsense !" cried Passepartout, striking the table with
his fist. "My master is the most honourable of men!"
"How can you tell? You know scarcely anything about him.
You went into his service the day he came away; and he came
away on a foolish pretext, without trunks, and carrying a large
amount in bank-notes. And yet you are bold enough to assert
that he is an honest man !"
"Yes, yes," repeated the poor fellow mechanically.
"Would you like to be arrested as his accomplice ?"
Passepartout, overcome by what he had heard, held his head
between his hands, and did not dare to look at the detective.
Phileas Fogg, the saviour of Aouda, that brave and generous
man, a robber And yet how many presumptions there were
against him! Passepartout essayed to reject the suspicions
which forced themselves upon his mind; he did not wish to
believe that his master was guilty.
"Well, what do you want of me ?" said he, at last, with an
"See here," replied Fix; I have tracked Mr. Fogg to this
place, but as yet I have failed to receive the warrant of arrest
for which I sent to London. You must help me to keep him
here in Hong Kong-"
"II But I-"
I will share with you the two-thousand-pounds reward offered
by the Bank of England."
Never !" replied Passepartout, who tried to rise, but fell back,
exhausted in mind and body.
Mr. Fix," he stammered, even should what you say be true
-if my master is really the robber you are seeking for-which I
deny-I have been, am, in his service; I have seen his gene-
rosity and goodness; and I will never betray him-not for all
the gold in the world. I come from a village where they don't
eat that kind of bread !"
"You refuse ?
"I refuse."
"Consider that I've said nothing," said Fix; "and let us
"Yes; let us drink!"
Passepartout felt himself yielding more and more to the effects
of the liquor. Fix, seeing that he must, at all hazards, be
separated from his master, wished to entirely overcome him.

Some pipes full of opium lay upon the table. Fix slipped one
into Passepartout's hand. He took it, put it between his lips, lit
it, drew several puffs, and his head, becoming heavy under the
influence of the narcotic, fell upon the table.
"At last!" said Fix, seeing Passepartout unconscious. "Mr.
Fogg will not be informed of the time of the Carnatic's' depar-
ture; and, if he is, he will have to go without this cursed
Frenchman !"
And, after paying his bill, Fix left the tavern.

WHILE these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg,
unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was
quietly escorting Aouda about the streets of the English quarter,
making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them.
It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make
the tour of the world with a carpet-bag; a lady could not be
expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He
acquitted his task with characteristic serenity, and invariably
replied to the remonstrances of his companion, who was confused
by his patience and generosity,-
"It is in the interest of my journey-a part of my pro-
The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they
dined at a sumptuously served table-d'hlte; after which Aouda,
shaking hands with her protector after the English fashion,
retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself
throughout the evening in the perusal of the Times and Illustrated
London News.
Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would
have been not to see his servant return atbed-time. But, know-
ing that the steamer was not to leave for Yokohama until the
next morning, he did not disturb himself about the matter.
When Passepartout did not appear the next morning, to answer

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