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.
my friend," said the detective, coming up with him, "is your passport visaed?"
you, is it, monsieur?" responded Passepartout. "Thanks, yes, the passport
is all right."
are looking about you?"
but we travel so fast that I seem to be journeying in a dream. So this
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 Elysees!"
in a great hurry, then?"
not, but my master is. By the way, I must buy some shoes and shirts. We
came away without trunks, only with a carpet-bag."
show you an excellent shop for getting what you want."
monsieur, you are very kind."
walked off together, Passepartout chatting volubly as they went along.
all," said he; "don't let me lose the steamer."
plenty of time; it's only twelve o'clock."
pulled out his big watch. "Twelve!" he exclaimed; "why, it's only eight
minutes before ten."
watch is slow."
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
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."
my watch? Never!"
then, it will not agree with the sun."
the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun will be wrong, then!"
worthy fellow returned the watch to its fob with a defiant gesture. After
a few minutes silence, Fix resumed: "You left London hastily, then?"
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."
is your master going?"
straight ahead. He is going round the world."
the world?" cried Fix.
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."
Fogg is a character, is he?"
say he was."
for he is carrying an enormous sum in brand new banknotes 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
have known your master a long time?"
no; I entered his service the very day we left London."
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
far from here?" asked Passepartout.
far. It is a ten days' voyage by sea."
what country is Bombay?"
I was going to tell you there's one thing that worries me-- my 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 sixpense more than I earn; and you will understand that
the longer our journey--"
pay any attention to Passepartout's trouble about the gas? It is not probable.
He was not listening, but was cogitating 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
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."
he's a sharp fellow," returned the consul, "and counts on returning to
London after putting the police of the two countries off his track."
see about that," replied Fix.
you not mistaken?"
this robber so anxious to prove, by the visa, that he had passed through
I have no idea; but listen to me."
in a few words the most important parts of his conversation with Passepartout.
said the consul, "appearances are wholly against this man. And what are
you going to do?"
a dispatch to London for a warrant of arrest to be dispatched 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."
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
dispatch 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 Mongolia; and, ere many moments longer, the noble steamer rode out
at full steam upon the waters of the Red Sea.