office boy brought in two foreigners, one of whom was the very servant who had been talking with the detective. They were, indeed, the master and servant. The master presented his passport, asking the Consul briefly to be kind enough to vise it. The latter took the passport and read it carefully, while Fix, in one corner of the room, was observing or rather devouring the stranger with his eyes.
When the Consul had finished reading, he asked, "You are Phileas Fogg, Esq.?"
"Yes, sir," replied the gentleman.
"And this man is your servant?"
"Yes, a Frenchman named Passepartout."
"You come from London?"
"Yes."
"And you are going?"
"To Bombay."
"Well, sir, you know that this formality of the vise is useless, and that we no longer demand the presentation of the passport?"
"I know it, sir," replied Phileas Fogg, "but I wish to prove by your vise my trip to Suez."
"Very well, sir." And the Consul having signed and dated the passport, affixed his seal, Mr. Fogg settled the fee, and having bowed coldly, he went out, followed by his servant.
"Well?" asked the detective.
"Well," replied the Consul, "he has the appearance of a perfectly honest man!"
"Possibly," replied Fix; "but that is not the question with us. Do you find, Consul, that this phlegmatic gentleman resembles, feature for feature, the robber whose description I have received?"
"I agree with you, but you know that all descriptions———"
"I shall have a clear conscience about it," replied Fix. "The servant appears to me less of a riddle than the master. Moreover, he is a Frenchman, who cannot keep from talking. I will see you soon again, Consul." The detective then went out, intent upon the search for Passepartout.
In the meantime Mr. Fogg, after leaving the Consul's house, had gone towards the wharf. There he gave some orders to his servant; then he got into a boat, returned on
