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Title: Around the World in Eighty Days | |||
Author: Jules Verne | |||
Translator: G. M. Towle | |||
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[Illustration] | |||
Around the World in Eighty Days | |||
by Jules Verne | |||
Contents | |||
CHAPTER I. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN | |||
CHAPTER II. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE HAS AT LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL | |||
CHAPTER III. IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS FOGG DEAR | |||
CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, HIS SERVANT | |||
CHAPTER V. IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO THE MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON ’CHANGE | |||
CHAPTER VI. IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY NATURAL IMPATIENCE | |||
CHAPTER VII. WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES | |||
CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT | |||
CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN PROVE PROPITIOUS TO THE DESIGNS OF PHILEAS FOGG | |||
CHAPTER X. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET OFF WITH THE LOSS OF HIS SHOES | |||
CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS OF CONVEYANCE AT A FABULOUS PRICE | |||
CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE ACROSS THE INDIAN FORESTS, AND WHAT ENSUED | |||
CHAPTER XIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT FORTUNE FAVORS THE BRAVE | |||
CHAPTER XIV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF THE GANGES WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT | |||
CHAPTER XV. IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE | |||
CHAPTER XVI. IN WHICH FIX DOES NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IN THE LEAST WHAT IS SAID TO HIM | |||
CHAPTER XVII. SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG | |||
CHAPTER XVIII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG, PASSEPARTOUT, AND FIX GO EACH ABOUT HIS BUSINESS | |||
CHAPTER XIX. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST IN HIS MASTER, AND WHAT COMES OF IT | |||
CHAPTER XX. IN WHICH FIX COMES FACE TO FACE WITH PHILEAS FOGG | |||
CHAPTER XXI. IN WHICH THE MASTER OF THE “TANKADERE” RUNS GREAT RISK OF LOSING A REWARD OF TWO HUNDRED POUNDS | |||
CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT FINDS OUT THAT, EVEN AT THE ANTIPODES, IT IS CONVENIENT TO HAVE SOME MONEY IN ONE’S POCKET | |||
CHAPTER XXIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT’S NOSE BECOMES OUTRAGEOUSLY LONG | |||
CHAPTER XXIV. DURING WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN | |||
CHAPTER XXV. IN WHICH A SLIGHT GLIMPSE IS HAD OF SAN FRANCISCO | |||
CHAPTER XXVI. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PARTY TRAVEL BY THE PACIFIC RAILROAD | |||
CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES, AT A SPEED OF TWENTY MILES AN HOUR, A COURSE OF MORMON HISTORY | |||
CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN MAKING ANYBODY LISTEN TO REASON | |||
CHAPTER XXIX. IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH ARE ONLY TO BE MET WITH ON AMERICAN RAILROADS | |||
CHAPTER XXX. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SIMPLY DOES HIS DUTY | |||
CHAPTER XXXI. IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, CONSIDERABLY FURTHERS THE INTERESTS OF PHILEAS FOGG | |||
CHAPTER XXXII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ENGAGES IN A DIRECT STRUGGLE WITH BAD FORTUNE | |||
CHAPTER XXXIII. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SHOWS HIMSELF EQUAL TO THE OCCASION | |||
CHAPTER XXXIV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON | |||
CHAPTER XXXV. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DOES NOT HAVE TO REPEAT HIS ORDERS TO PASSEPARTOUT TWICE | |||
CHAPTER XXXVI. IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG’S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON ’CHANGE | |||
CHAPTER XXXVII. IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT PHILEAS FOGG GAINED NOTHING BY HIS TOUR AROUND THE WORLD, UNLESS IT WERE HAPPINESS | |||
CHAPTER I. | |||
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS | |||
MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN | |||
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 manufacturer; 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 Association, 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 | |||
Entomologists, founded mainly for the purpose of abolishing pernicious | |||
insects. | |||
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 | |||
cheques 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 information. 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 | |||
sometimes anonymously. He was, in short, the least communicative of | |||
men. He talked very little, and seemed all the more mysterious 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 spirit. | |||
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, which, as a silent one, | |||
harmonised 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, unwearying 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 Forster, 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 armchair, 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 Mr. | |||
Fogg would, according to his daily habit, quit Saville Row, and repair | |||
to the Reform. | |||
A rap at this moment sounded on the door of the cosy apartment 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 newcomer, “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 got to be a professor of gymnastics, so as | |||
to make better use of my talents; and then I was a sergeant fireman 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 pocket. | |||
“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, 2nd October, 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 word. | |||
Passepartout heard the street door shut once; it was his new master | |||
going out. He heard it shut again; it was his predecessor, James | |||
Forster, departing in his turn. Passepartout remained alone in the | |||
house in Saville Row. | |||
CHAPTER II. | |||
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS CONVINCED THAT HE HAS AT LAST FOUND HIS IDEAL | |||
“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 magnificent. 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 destination 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 Molière 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. Passepartout, 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 | |||
overnight, he felt sure that this would be the place he was after. He | |||
presented himself, and was accepted, as has been seen. | |||
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 recognised 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 same instant. “That’s | |||
good, that’ll do,” said Passepartout to himself. | |||
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. Everything 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 trousers, 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 idealised. 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 scrutinised 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 machine.” | |||
CHAPTER III. | |||
IN WHICH A CONVERSATION TAKES PLACE WHICH SEEMS LIKELY TO COST PHILEAS | |||
FOGG DEAR | |||
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 re-appeared in the | |||
reading-room and sat down to the _Pall Mall_ at twenty minutes before | |||
six. 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 | |||
Gauthier Ralph, one of the Directors of the Bank of England—all rich | |||
and highly respectable personages, even in a club which comprises 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, | |||
positively. | |||
“What! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five thousand pounds, no | |||
robber?” | |||
“No.” | |||
“Perhaps he’s a manufacturer, then.” | |||
“The _Daily Telegraph_ 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 banknotes, 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, banknotes 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, scrutinised 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 Liverpool, 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. | |||
Detectives 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 Telegraph_ 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 | |||
and sent to the detectives; and some hopeful spirits, of whom Ralph was | |||
one, did not despair of his apprehension. The papers and clubs were | |||
full of the affair, and everywhere 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, because 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 Telegraph:_— | |||
From London to Suez _viâ_ Mont Cenis and Brindisi, 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 ............................................ 80 days.” | |||
“Yes, in eighty days!” exclaimed Stuart, who in his excitement 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.” | |||
“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 impossible.” | |||
“Quite possible, on the contrary,” returned Mr. Fogg. | |||
“Well, make it, then!” | |||
“The journey round the world in eighty days?” | |||
“Yes.” | |||
“I should like nothing better.” | |||
“When?” | |||
“At once. Only I warn you that I shall do it at your expense.” | |||
“It’s absurd!” cried Stuart, who was beginning to be annoyed at the | |||
persistency of his friend. “Come, let’s go on with the game.” | |||
“Deal over again, then,” said Phileas Fogg. “There’s a false deal.” | |||
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 anyone 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 today is Wednesday, the 2nd of October, | |||
I shall be due in London in this very room of the Reform Club, on | |||
Saturday, the 21st 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 cheque 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 departure. | |||
“I am quite ready now,” was his tranquil response. “Diamonds are | |||
trumps: be so good as to play, gentlemen.” | |||
CHAPTER IV. | |||
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG ASTOUNDS PASSEPARTOUT, HIS SERVANT | |||
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 midnight. | |||
Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, “Passepartout!” | |||
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 voice. | |||
Passepartout made his appearance. | |||
“I’ve called you twice,” observed his master. | |||
“But it is not midnight,” responded the other, showing his watch. | |||
“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 world.” | |||
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 traveling-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 for 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 timetables 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 purchased, 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 station. | |||
The night was dark, and a fine, steady rain was falling. Phileas Fogg, | |||
snugly ensconced in his corner, did not open his lips. Passepartout, | |||
not yet recovered from his stupefaction, clung mechanically to the | |||
carpet-bag, with its enormous treasure. | |||
Just as the train was whirling through Sydenham, Passepartout suddenly | |||
uttered a cry of despair. | |||
“What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Fogg. | |||
“Alas! In my hurry—I—I forgot—” | |||
“What?” | |||
“To turn off the gas in my room!” | |||
“Very well, young man,” returned Mr. Fogg, coolly; “it will burn—at | |||
your expense.” | |||
CHAPTER V. | |||
IN WHICH A NEW SPECIES OF FUNDS, UNKNOWN TO THE MONEYED MEN, APPEARS ON | |||
’CHANGE | |||
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, Morning 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 individuals, 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 | |||
pass.” | |||
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 | |||
accomplishing 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 communication; 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 tourist. | |||
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” were 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” declined. They were offered by | |||
packages, at first of five, then of ten, until at last nobody would | |||
take less than twenty, fifty, a hundred! | |||
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 price. | |||
The commissioner of police was sitting in his office at nine o’clock | |||
one evening, when the following telegraphic dispatch was put into his | |||
hands: | |||
_Suez to London._ | |||
ROWAN, COMMISSIONER OF POLICE, SCOTLAND YARD: | |||
I’ve found the bank robber, Phileas Fogg. Send without delay | |||
warrant of arrest to Bombay. | |||
FIX, _Detective_. | |||
The effect of this dispatch 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 | |||
departure; 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. | |||
CHAPTER VI. | |||
IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY NATURAL IMPATIENCE | |||
The circumstances under which this telegraphic dispatch about Phileas | |||
Fogg was sent were as follows: | |||
The steamer “Mongolia,” belonging to the Peninsular 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 _viâ_ 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 of M. Lesseps, a fast-growing | |||
town. One was the British consul at Suez, who, despite the prophecies | |||
of the English Government, 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 | |||
roundabout 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 dispatched 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 | |||
characters, or bore a resemblance to the description of the criminal, | |||
which he had received two days before from the police headquarters 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 yesterday 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 recognise your man, even if he is on board the | |||
‘Mongolia.’” | |||
“A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul, than | |||
recognises 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, ship-brokers, 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 along, extended 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, scrutinised | |||
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 struck. | |||
“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 _viâ_ 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 passengers, after | |||
vigorously pushing his way through the importunate 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. | |||
CHAPTER VII. | |||
WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF PASSPORTS AS AIDS TO | |||
DETECTIVES | |||
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 passport.” | |||
“Why not? If the passport is genuine I have no right to refuse.” | |||
“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 whom 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 room. | |||
“You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?” said the consul, after reading the | |||
passport. | |||
“I am.” | |||
“And this man is your servant?” | |||
“He is: a Frenchman, named Passepartout.” | |||
“You are from London?” | |||
“Yes.” | |||
“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 the “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 on the ‘Mongolia,’ Saturday, at 5 p.m. | |||
“Reached Suez, Wednesday, October 9th, at 11 a.m. | |||
“Total of hours spent, 158½; or, in days, six days and a half.” | |||
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 | |||
behind-hand 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. | |||
CHAPTER VIII. | |||
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TALKS RATHER MORE, PERHAPS, THAN IS PRUDENT | |||
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?” | |||
“Yes.” | |||
“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 Père la Chaise and the circus in the Champs Elysées!” | |||
“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 carpet-bag.” | |||
“I will show you an excellent shop for getting what you want.” | |||
“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 exclaimed; “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 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 of time.” | |||
“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?” | |||
“India.” | |||
“In Asia?” | |||
“Certainly.” | |||
“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 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 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 countries off | |||
his track.” | |||
“We’ll see about that,” replied Fix. | |||
“But are you not mistaken?” | |||
“I am not mistaken.” | |||
“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 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.” | |||
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 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. | |||
CHAPTER IX. | |||
IN WHICH THE RED SEA AND THE INDIAN OCEAN PROVE PROPITIOUS TO THE | |||
DESIGNS OF PHILEAS FOGG | |||
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 exertions 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 £280, brigadiers, £2,400, and | |||
generals of divisions, £4,000. 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 whirled away, when the sea was | |||
tranquil, with music, dancing, and games. | |||
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 | |||
recognise the historic towns and villages which, along its borders, | |||
raised their picturesque 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 “Mongolia”? 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 leaving 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 recognise you. You are the servant of the strange | |||
Englishman—” | |||
“Just so, monsieur—” | |||
“Fix.” | |||
“Monsieur Fix,” resumed Passepartout, “I’m charmed to find you on | |||
board. Where are you bound?” | |||
“Like you, to Bombay.” | |||
“That’s capital! Have you made this trip before?” | |||
“Several times. I am one of the agents of the Peninsular Company.” | |||
“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 hope you will have 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 railway train, and from a | |||
railway train upon a steamer again, pretending to make the tour of the | |||
world in eighty days! No; all these gymnastics, you may be sure, will | |||
cease at Bombay.” | |||
“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 diplomatic 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 beyond 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 coal-mines; it | |||
costs the Peninsular 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 “Mongolia,” 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 | |||
Somalis, 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 Gibraltar 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 see 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 congenial | |||
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. | |||
CHAPTER X. | |||
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT IS ONLY TOO GLAD TO GET OFF WITH THE LOSS OF HIS | |||
SHOES | |||
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 annexed 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 possessions 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 palanquins 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 railway 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, crossing 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 | |||
Chandernagor, 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 Malabar | |||
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 jungles.” | |||
“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 | |||
headquarters of the Bombay police. He made himself 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 | |||
insist, 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 Calcutta, and perhaps beyond that place. He | |||
began to ask himself if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked about was not | |||
really in good earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing | |||
him, despite 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, civilised, 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 Passepartout 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 | |||
Malabar 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 | |||
without 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 application 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 platform. He had | |||
resolved to follow the supposed robber to Calcutta, and farther, if | |||
necessary. Passepartout did not observe 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 crestfallen, 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 committed 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. | |||
CHAPTER XI. | |||
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG SECURES A CURIOUS MEANS OF CONVEYANCE AT A | |||
FABULOUS PRICE | |||
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 | |||
distinguished 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 demonstration, 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 sciences. | |||
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 likelihood 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 Godavery. | |||
Passepartout, on waking and looking out, could not realise 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 (sort of abandoned | |||
monasteries), and marvellous temples enriched by the exhaustless | |||
ornamentation of Indian architecture. Then they came upon vast tracts | |||
extending to the horizon, with jungles inhabited by snakes and tigers, | |||
which fled at the noise of the train; succeeded by forests penetrated | |||
by the railway, and still haunted by elephants which, with pensive | |||
eyes, gazed at the train as it passed. The travellers crossed, beyond | |||
Milligaum, 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 Aurungabad, 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 Government has succeeded in | |||
greatly diminishing these murders, though the Thuggees still exist, and | |||
pursue the exercise of their horrible rites. | |||
At half-past twelve the train stopped at Burhampoor where Passepartout | |||
was able to purchase some Indian slippers, ornamented with false | |||
pearls, in which, with evident vanity, he proceeded to encase 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 whirling 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 recognised | |||
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 the 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 here!” | |||
Phileas Fogg looked at Sir Francis Cromarty for an explanation; 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 returned, | |||
crying: “Monsieur, no more railway!” | |||
“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 throughout.” | |||
“What would you have, officer? The papers were mistaken.” | |||
“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 themselves from Kholby to | |||
Allahabad.” | |||
Sir Francis was furious. Passepartout would willingly have knocked the | |||
conductor down, and did not dare to look at his master. | |||
“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.” | |||
“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 train, they began to engage such | |||
vehicles as the village could provide four-wheeled palkigharis, waggons | |||
drawn by zebus, carriages that looked like perambulating pagodas, | |||
palanquins, ponies, and what not. | |||
Mr. Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty, after searching the village from end | |||
to end, came back without having found anything. | |||
“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 preserved 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 | |||
persisted, offering the excessive sum of ten pounds an hour for the | |||
loan of the beast to Allahabad. Refused. Twenty pounds? Refused 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 proposed 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 heavens!” cried Passepartout, “for an elephant.” | |||
It only remained now to find a guide, which was comparatively 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 howdahs. Phileas Fogg paid the Indian with some banknotes | |||
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. | |||
CHAPTER XII. | |||
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND HIS COMPANIONS VENTURE ACROSS THE INDIAN | |||
FORESTS, AND WHAT ENSUED | |||
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 Mountains, did not | |||
pursue a straight course. The Parsee, who was quite familiar with the | |||
roads and 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 master’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 Kiouni’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 | |||
neighbouring 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 preparing 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 travellers, 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-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 contortions and grimaces which | |||
convulsed Passepartout with laughter. | |||
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, a | |||
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 grateful, 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, bolstering 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 peacefully as if he had been in his serene | |||
mansion in Saville Row. | |||
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 Francis, putting out his head. | |||
“I don’t know, officer,” replied the Parsee, listening attentively to a | |||
confused murmur which came through the thick branches. | |||
The murmur soon became more distinct; it now seemed like a distant | |||
concert of human voices accompanied by brass instruments. 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 concealed. | |||
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 who 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 giant. | |||
Sir Francis, recognising 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 round 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 themselves 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 damascened 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 musicians and | |||
a rearguard of capering fakirs, whose cries sometimes drowned the noise | |||
of the instruments; these closed the procession. | |||
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 procession | |||
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 district 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, however, 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 permission 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 that.” | |||
“Why, you are a man of heart!” | |||
“Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; “when I have the time.” | |||
CHAPTER XIII. | |||
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT FORTUNE FAVORS THE | |||
BRAVE | |||
The project was a bold one, full of difficulty, perhaps impracticable. | |||
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 Fogg. | |||
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 companions 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 themselves 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 pyre 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!” 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 battlefield strewn with | |||
the dead. Men, women, and children lay together. | |||
In the background, among the trees, the pagoda of Pillaji loomed | |||
distinctly. 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 companions 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 door. | |||
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 anyone; 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 difficulty; after one brick had | |||
been taken out, the rest would yield easily. | |||
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 outside. 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 surprise. | |||
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. | |||
“We have nothing to do but to go away,” whispered Sir Francis. | |||
“Nothing but to go away,” echoed the guide. | |||
“Stop,” said Fogg. “I am only due at Allahabad tomorrow 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 planning 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 rear of the glade, where they | |||
were able to observe the sleeping groups. | |||
Meanwhile Passepartout, who had perched himself on the lower branches | |||
of a tree, was resolving 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, heavily 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 ground. | |||
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 daring 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 stupefied. | |||
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 discovered. | |||
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; but the latter | |||
rapidly increased the distance between them, and ere long found | |||
themselves beyond the reach of the bullets and arrows. | |||
CHAPTER XIV. | |||
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG DESCENDS THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY | |||
OF THE GANGES WITHOUT EVER THINKING OF SEEING IT | |||
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 Passepartout 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 | |||