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.
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 steamer.
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, Passepartout
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.
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!"
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.
the afternoon of Wednesday, 30th October, 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, and then, accompanied by Aouda, who betrayed a desire for a walk
on shore, disembarked.
suspected Mr. Fogg's every movement, followed them cautiously, without
being himself perceived; while Passepartout, laughing in his sleeve at
Fix's manoeuvres, went about his usual errands.
of Singapore is not imposing in aspect, for there are no mountains; yet
its appearance is not without attractions. It is a park chequered 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 replaced 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 jungles.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
in a great hurry, then," said Fix to him one day, "to reach Hong Kong?"
I suppose, is anxious to catch the steamer for Yokohama?"
in this journey around the world, then?"
Don't you, Mr. Fix?"
don't believe a word of it."
a sly dog!" said Passepartout, winking at him.
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.
went still further the next day; he could not hold his tongue.
said he, in a bantering tone, "shall we be so unfortunate as to lose you
when we get to Hong Kong?"
responded Fix, a little embarrassed, "I don't know; perhaps—"
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
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.
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."
am quite sure of that!" cried Passepartout, laughing heartily.
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.
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.
the situation between Fix and Passepartout. Meanwhile 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
astronomers 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 Neptune.
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.
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.
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!"