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"Yes, in eighty days. He says it is for a wager, but between ourselves, I don't believe a word of it. It is not common-sense. There must be some other reason."
"This master of yours is quite an original, I should think."
"Rather," replied the valet.
"Is he very rich?"
"He must be; and he carries a large sum with him, all in new bank-notes. He never spares expense. He promised a large reward to the engineer of the _Mongolia_ if he reached Bombay well in advance of time."
"Have you known your master long?"
"Oh dear no," replied Pa.s.se-partout. "I only entered his service the very day we left."
The effect which all these replies had upon the suspicious nature of the detective may be imagined.
The hurried departure from London, so soon after the robbery, the large sum in bank-notes, the haste to reach India, under the pretext of an eccentric bet, all confirmed Fix, and not unnaturally, in his previously conceived ideas. He made up his mind to pump the Frenchman a little more, and make certain that the valet knew no more concerning his master than that he lived alone in London, was reported to be very rich, though no one knew from whence his fortune was derived, and that he was a very mysterious man, etc. But at the same time. Fix felt sure that Phileas Fogg would not land at Suez, and would really go on to Bombay.
"Is Bombay far off?" asked Pa.s.se-partout.
"Pretty well. It is ten days' steaming from here."
"And whereabouts is Bombay?"
"It is in India."
"In Asia?"
"Naturally."
"The devil! I was going to say that there is something on my mind, and that is my burner."
"What burner?"
"Why, my gas-burner, which I forgot to turn off when I left London, and which is still alight at my expense. Now I have calculated that I lose two shillings every four-and-twenty hours, which is just sixpence more than my wages. So you see that the longer our journey is--"
It is not very likely that Fix paid much attention to this question of the gas; he was thinking of something else. The pair soon reached the bazaar, and leaving his companion to make his purchases. Fix hastened back to the Consul's office, and now that his suspicions were confirmed he regained his usual coolness.
"I am quite certain now," he said to the Consul, "that this is our man. He wishes to pa.s.s himself off as an eccentric person who wants to go round the world in eighty days."
"He is a very sharp fellow, and he probably counts on returning to London, after having thrown all the police off the scent."
"Well, we shall see," replied Fix.
"But are you sure you are right?" asked the Consul once more.
"I am sure I am not mistaken."
"Well then, how do you account for the fellow being so determined upon proving he had been here by having his pa.s.sport _vised_?"
"Why--Well, I can't say," replied the detective; "but listen a moment." And then in as few words as possible he communicated the heads of his conversation with Pa.s.se-partout.
"Well, I must confess that appearances are very much against him,"
replied the Consul. "Now what are you going to do?"
"I shall telegraph to London, with a pressing request that a warrant of arrest may be immediately transmitted to Bombay. I shall then embark in the _Mongolia_, and so keep my eye on my man till we reach Bombay, and then, on English ground, quietly arrest him."
As he coolly finished this explanation, the detective bowed to the Consul, walked to the telegraph-office, and there despatched the message we have already seen.
A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Fix, carrying his light baggage and well furnished with money, embarked on board the _Mongolia_. In a short time afterwards the vessel was ploughing her way at full speed down the Red Sea.
CHAPTER IX.
In which the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean favour the Projects of Phileas Fogg.
The distance between Suez and Aden is exactly three hundred and ten miles, and the steamers are allowed one hundred and thirty-eight hours to do it in. The _Mongolia_, however, was going at a speed which seemed likely to bring her to her destination considerably before time.
The majority of the pa.s.sengers from Brindisi were bound for India, some for Calcutta, some for Bombay; and since the railway crosses the peninsula it is not necessary to go round by Ceylon.
Amongst the pa.s.sengers were many military officers and civil servants of every degree. The former included officers of the regular as well as the Indian army, holding lucrative appointments, for the sub-lieutenants get two hundred and eighty; brigadiers, two thousand four hundred; and generals, four thousand pounds a year.
Society, therefore, on board the _Mongolia_ was very pleasant. The purser feasted them sumptuously every day. They had early breakfast, then tiffin at two o'clock, dinner at half-past five, and supper at eight; and the tables groaned beneath the variety of dishes. The ladies on board changed their toilettes twice a day, and there was music and dancing when the weather was sufficiently favourable to admit of those amus.e.m.e.nts.
But the Red Sea is very capricious; it is frequently very rough, like all long and narrow gulfs. When the wind blew broadside on, the _Mongolia_ rolled fearfully. At these times the ladies went below, the pianos were silent, singing and dancing ceased. But notwithstanding the wind and the sea, the vessel, urged by her powerful screw, dashed onward to the straits of Bab-el-Mandeb.
And what was Phileas Fogg doing all this time? Perhaps it may be supposed that he was anxious and restless, thinking of the contrary winds and the speed of the ship, which was likely to be r.e.t.a.r.ded by the storm, and so compromise the success of his undertaking. At any rate, whether he did or did not concern himself with these things, he never betrayed the least anxiety on the subject. He was as taciturn and impa.s.sible as ever; a man whom no eventuality could surprise. He did not appear to be any more interested than one of the ship's chronometers. He was rarely seen on deck. He troubled himself very little about the Red Sea, so full of interest, the scene of some of the greatest incidents in the history of mankind. He never cared to look at the towns standing out in relief against the sky. He had no fear of the dangers of the Arabian Gulf, of which ancient writers, Strabo, Arian, Artemidorus, etc., have always written with horror, and upon which sailors of those days never dared to venture without first making a propitiatory sacrifice.
How then did this eccentric gentleman occupy his time, cooped up in his cabin? In the first place he regularly ate his four meals a day, for neither pitching nor rolling had the least effect upon his appet.i.te. And he played whist, for he had made the acquaintance of some lovers of the game as enthusiastic as himself, a collector of revenue _en route_ to Goa, a clergyman, the Rev. Decimus Smith, returning to Bombay, and an English general officer bound for Benares.
These three were as madly devoted to whist as Mr. Fogg himself, and they spent whole days silently enjoying it.
As for Pa.s.se-partout, he had also escaped sea-sickness, and ate his meals with pleasing regularity and in a conscientious manner, worthy of imitation. The voyage after all did not displease him; he had made up his mind; he gazed at the scenery as he went along, enjoyed his meals, and was fully persuaded that all this absurd business would come to an end at Bombay.
The day after their departure from Suez, viz. the 10th of October, Pa.s.se-partout was by no means ill-pleased to meet upon deck the person who had been so civil to him in Egypt.
"I'm sure I cannot be mistaken," he said. "Have I not the pleasure of meeting the gentleman who was so polite to me at Suez?"
"Ah yes, I remember you now. You are the servant of that eccentric Englishman."
"Exactly. Mr.--"
"Fix," replied the detective.
"Mr. Fix," continued Pa.s.se-partout, "I am delighted to find you on board. Whither are you bound?"