Works of Jules Verne/Round the World in Eighty Days/Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIII
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT PERHAPS TALKS A LITTLE MORE THAN IS PROPER
Fix had in a few moments rejoined Passepartout on the wharf, who was loitering and looking about, not believing that he was obliged not to see anything.
"Well, my friend," said Fix, coming up to him, "is your passport vised?"
"Ah! it is you, monsieur," replied the Frenchman. "Much obliged. It is all in order."
"And you are looking at the country?"
"Yes, but we go so quickly that it seems to me as if I am traveling in a dream. And so we are in Suez?"
"Yes, in Suez."
"In Egypt?"
"You are quite right, in Egypt."
"And in Africa?"
"Yes, in Africa."
"In Africa!" repeated Passepartout. "I cannot believe it. Just, fancy, sir, that I imagined we would not go further than Paris, and I saw this famous capital again between twenty minutes after seven and twenty minutes of nine in the morning, between the Northern station and the Lyons station, through the windows of a cab in a driving rain! I regret it! I would have so much liked to see again Pere La Chaise and the Circus of the Champs-Elysées!"
"You are then in a great hurry?" asked the detective.
"No, I am not, but my master is. By-the-by, I must buy some shirts and shoes! We came away without trunks, with a carpet bag only."
"I am going to take you to a shop where you will find everything you want."
"Monsieur," replied Passepartout, "you are really very kind!"
And both started off. Passepartout talked incessantly. "Above all," he said, "I must take care not to miss the steamer!"
"You have the time," replied Fix, "it is only noon!"
Passepartout pulled out his large watch. "Noon. Pshaw! It is eight minutes of ten!"
"Your watch is slow!" replied Fix.
"My watch! A family watch that has come down from my great-grandfather! It don't vary five minutes in the year. It is a genuine chronometer."
"I see what is the matter." replied Fix. "You have kept London time, which is about two hours slower than Suez. You must set your watch at noon in each country."
"What! I touch my watch!" cried Passepartout. "Never."
"Well then, it will not agree with the sun."
"So much the worse for the sun, monsieur! The sun will be wrong then!" And the good fellow put his watch back in his fob with a magnificent gesture.
A few moments after Fix said to him: "You left London very hurriedly then?"
"I should think so! Last Wednesday, at eight o'clock in the evening, contrary to all his habits, Monsieur Fogg returned from his club, and in three-quarters of an hour afterward we were off."
"But where is your master going, then?"
"Right straight ahead! He is making the tour of the world!"
"The tour of the world?" cried Fix.
"Yes in eighty days! On a wager, he says; but, between ourselves, I do not believe it. There is no common sense in it. There must be something else."
"This Mr. Fogg is an original genius?"
"I should think so."
"Is he rich?"
"Evidently and he carries such a fine sum with him in fresh, new bank notes! And he doesn't spare his money on the route! Oh! but he has promised a splendid reward to the engineer of the Mongolia, if we arrive at Bombay considerably in advance!"
"And you have known him for a long time, this master of yours?"
"I," replied Passepartout, "I entered his service the very day of our departure."
The effect which these answers naturally produced upon the mind of the detective, already strained with excitement, may easily be imagined. This hurried departure from London so short a time after the robbery, this large sum carried away, this haste to arrive in distant countries, this pretext of an eccentric wager, all could have no other effect than to confirm Fix in his ideas. He kept the Frenchman talking, and learned to a certainty that this fellow did not know his master at all, that he lived isolated in London, that he was called rich without the source of his fortune being known, that he was a mysterious man, etc. But at the same time Fix was certain that Phileas Fogg would not get off at Suez, but that he was really going to Bombay.
"Is Bombay far from here?" asked Passepartout.
"Pretty far," replied the detective. "It will take you ten days more by sea."
"And where do you locate Bombay?"
"In India."
"In Asia! The deuce! I must tell you—there is one thing that bothers me—it is my burner."
"What burner?"
"My gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off, and which is burning at my expense. Now, I have calculated that it will cost me two shillings each twenty-four hours, exactly sixpence more than I earn, and you understand that, however little our journey may be prolonged———"
Did Fix understand the matter of the gas? It is improbable. He did not listen any longer, and was coming to a determination. The Frenchman and he had arrived at the shop. Fix left his companion there making his purchases, recommending him not to miss the departure of the Mongolia, and he returned in great haste to the Consul's office. Fix had regained his coolness completely, now that he was fully convinced.
"Monsieur," said he to the Consul, "I have my man. He is passing himself off as an oddity, who wishes to make the tour of the world in eighty days."
"Then he is a rogue," replied the Consul, "and he counts on returning to London after having deceived all the police of the two continents."
"We will see," replied Fix.
"But are you not mistaken?" asked the Consul once more.
"I am not mistaken."
"Why, then, has this robber insisted upon having his stopping at Suez confirmed by a vise?"
"Why? I do not know, Consul," replied the detective; "but listen to me." And in a few words he related the salient points of his conversation with the servant of the said Fogg.
"Indeed," said the Consul, "all the presumptions are against this man. And what are you going to do?"
"Send a dispatch to London with the urgent request to send to me at once at Bombay a warrant of arrest, set sail upon the Mongolia, follow my robber to the Indies, and there, on English soil, accost him politely, with the warrant in one hand, and the other hand upon his shoulder."
Having uttered these words, the detective took leave of the Consul, and repaired to the telegraph office. Thence he telegraphed to the commissioner of the metropolitan police, as we have already seen. A quarter of an hour later Fix, with his light baggage in his hand, and well supplied with money, went on board the Mongolia. Soon the swift steamer was threading its way under full head of steam on the waters of the Red Sea.