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CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
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CHAPTER 24
During Which Mr. Fogg And Party Cross The
Pacific Ocean
What happened when the pilot-boat came in
sight of Shanghai will be easily guessed. The
signals made by the Tankadere had been seen by
the captain of the Yokohama steamer, who,
espying the flag at half-mast, had directed his
course towards the little craft. Phileas Fogg,
after paying the stipulated price of his
passage to John Busby, and rewarding that
worthy with the additional sum of five hundred
and fifty pounds, ascended the steamer with
Aouda and Fix; and they started at once for
Nagasaki and Yokohama.
They reached their destination on the
morning of the 14th of November. Phileas Fogg
lost no time in going on board the Carnatic,
where he learned, to Aouda's great delight--and
perhaps to his own, though he betrayed no
emotion--that Passepartout, a Frenchman, had
really arrived on her the day before.
The San Francisco steamer was announced to
leave that very evening, and it became
necessary to find Passepartout, if possible,
without delay. Mr. Fogg applied in vain to the
French and English consuls, and, after
wandering through the streets a long time,
began to despair of finding his missing
servant. Chance, or perhaps a kind of
presentiment, at last led him into the
Honourable Mr. Batulcar's theatre. He certainly
would not have recognised Passepartout in the
eccentric mountebank's costume; but the latter,
lying on his back, perceived his master in the
gallery. He could not help starting, which so
changed the position of his nose as to bring
the "pyramid" pell-mell upon the stage.
All this Passepartout learned from Aouda,
who recounted to him what had taken place on
the voyage from Hong Kong to Shanghai on the
Tankadere, in company with one Mr. Fix.
Passepartout did not change countenance on
hearing this name. He thought that the time had
not yet arrived to divulge to his master what
had taken place between the detective and
himself; and, in the account he gave of his
absence, he simply excused himself for having
been overtaken by drunkenness, in smoking opium
at a tavern in Hong Kong.
Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly,
without a word; and then furnished his man with
funds necessary to obtain clothing more in
harmony with his position. Within an hour the
Frenchman had cut off his nose and parted with
his wings, and retained nothing about him which
recalled the sectary of the god Tingou.
The steamer which was about to depart from
Yokohama to San Francisco belonged to the
Pacific Mail Steamship Company, and was named
the General Grant. She was a large paddle-wheel
steamer of two thousand five hundred tons; well
equipped and very fast. The massive
walking-beam rose and fell above the deck; at
one end a piston-rod worked up and down; and at
the other was a connecting-rod which, in
changing the rectilinear motion to a circular
one, was directly connected with the shaft of
the paddles. The General Grant was rigged with
three masts, giving a large capacity for sails,
and thus materially aiding the steam power. By
making twelve miles an hour, she would cross
the ocean in twenty-one days. Phileas Fogg was
therefore justified in hoping that he would
reach San Francisco by the 2nd of December, New
York by the 11th, and London on the 20th--thus
gaining several hours on the fatal date of the
21st of December.
There was a full complement of passengers on
board, among them English, many Americans, a
large number of coolies on their way to
California, and several East Indian officers,
who were spending their vacation in making the
tour of the world. Nothing of moment happened
on the voyage; the steamer, sustained on its
large paddles, rolled but little, and the
Pacific almost justified its name. Mr. Fogg was
as calm and taciturn as ever. His young
companion felt herself more and more attached
to him by other ties than gratitude; his silent
but generous nature impressed her more than she
thought; and it was almost unconsciously that
she yielded to emotions which did not seem to
have the least effect upon her protector. Aouda
took the keenest interest in his plans, and
became impatient at any incident which seemed
likely to retard his journey.
She often chatted with Passepartout, who did
not fail to perceive the state of the lady's
heart; and, being the most faithful of
domestics, he never exhausted his eulogies of
Phileas Fogg's honesty, generosity, and
devotion. He took pains to calm Aouda's doubts
of a successful termination of the journey,
telling her that the most difficult part of it
had passed, that now they were beyond the
fantastic countries of Japan and China, and
were fairly on their way to civilised places
again. A railway train from San Francisco to
New York, and a transatlantic steamer from New
York to Liverpool, would doubtless bring them
to the end of this impossible journey round the
world within the period agreed upon.
On the ninth day after leaving Yokohama,
Phileas Fogg had traversed exactly one half of
the terrestrial globe. The General Grant
passed, on the 23rd of November, the one
hundred and eightieth meridian, and was at the
very antipodes of London. Mr. Fogg had, it is
true, exhausted fifty-two of the eighty days in
which he was to complete the tour, and there
were only twenty-eight left. But, though he was
only half-way by the difference of meridians,
he had really gone over two-thirds of the whole
journey; for he had been obliged to make long
circuits from London to Aden, from Aden to
Bombay, from Calcutta to Singapore, and from
Singapore to Yokohama. Could he have followed
without deviation the fiftieth parallel, which
is that of London, the whole distance would
only have been about twelve thousand miles;
whereas he would be forced, by the irregular
methods of locomotion, to traverse twenty-six
thousand, of which he had, on the 23rd of
November, accomplished seventeen thousand five
hundred. And now the course was a straight one,
and Fix was no longer there to put obstacles in
their way!
It happened also, on the 23rd of November,
that Passepartout made a joyful discovery. It
will be remembered that the obstinate fellow
had insisted on keeping his famous family watch
at London time, and on regarding that of the
countries he had passed through as quite false
and unreliable. Now, on this day, though he had
not changed the hands, he found that his watch
exactly agreed with the ship's chronometers.
His triumph was hilarious. He would have liked
to know what Fix would say if he were
aboard!
"The rogue told me a lot of stories,"
repeated Passepartout, "about the meridians,
the sun, and the moon! Moon, indeed! moonshine
more likely! If one listened to that sort of
people, a pretty sort of time one would keep! I
was sure that the sun would some day regulate
itself by my watch!"
Passepartout was ignorant that, if the face
of his watch had been divided into twenty-four
hours, like the Italian clocks, he would have
no reason for exultation; for the hands of his
watch would then, instead of as now indicating
nine o'clock in the morning, indicate nine
o'clock in the evening, that is, the
twenty-first hour after midnight precisely the
difference between London time and that of the
one hundred and eightieth meridian. But if Fix
had been able to explain this purely physical
effect, Passepartout would not have admitted,
even if he had comprehended it. Moreover, if
the detective had been on board at that moment,
Passepartout would have joined issue with him
on a quite different subject, and in an
entirely different manner.
Where was Fix at that moment?
He was actually on board the General
Grant.
On reaching Yokohama, the detective, leaving
Mr. Fogg, whom he expected to meet again during
the day, had repaired at once to the English
consulate, where he at last found the warrant
of arrest. It had followed him from Bombay, and
had come by the Carnatic, on which steamer he
himself was supposed to be. Fix's
disappointment may be imagined when he
reflected that the warrant was now useless. Mr.
Fogg had left English ground, and it was now
necessary to procure his extradition!
"Well," thought Fix, after a moment of
anger, "my warrant is not good here, but it
will be in England. The rogue evidently intends
to return to his own country, thinking he has
thrown the police off his track. Good! I will
follow him across the Atlantic. As for the
money, heaven grant there may be some left! But
the fellow has already spent in travelling,
rewards, trials, bail, elephants, and all sorts
of charges, more than five thousand pounds.
Yet, after all, the Bank is rich!"
His course decided on, he went on board the
General Grant, and was there when Mr. Fogg and
Aouda arrived. To his utter amazement, he
recognised Passepartout, despite his theatrical
disguise. He quickly concealed himself in his
cabin, to avoid an awkward explanation, and
hoped--thanks to the number of passengers--to
remain unperceived by Mr. Fogg's servant.
On that very day, however, he met
Passepartout face to face on the forward deck.
The latter, without a word, made a rush for
him, grasped him by the throat, and, much to
the amusement of a group of Americans, who
immediately began to bet on him, administered
to the detective a perfect volley of blows,
which proved the great superiority of French
over English pugilistic skill.
When Passepartout had finished, he found
himself relieved and comforted. Fix got up in a
somewhat rumpled condition, and, looking at his
adversary, coldly said, "Have you done?"
"For this time--yes."
"Then let me have a word with you."
"But I--"
"In your master's interests."
Passepartout seemed to be vanquished by
Fix's coolness, for he quietly followed him,
and they sat down aside from the rest of the
passengers.
"You have given me a thrashing," said Fix.
"Good, I expected it. Now, listen to me. Up to
this time I have been Mr. Fogg's adversary. I
am now in his game."
"Aha!" cried Passepartout; "you are
convinced he is an honest man?"
"No," replied Fix coldly, "I think him a
rascal. Sh! don't budge, and let me speak. As
long as Mr. Fogg was on English ground, it was
for my interest to detain him there until my
warrant of arrest arrived. I did everything I
could to keep him back. I sent the Bombay
priests after him, I got you intoxicated at
Hong Kong, I separated you from him, and I made
him miss the Yokohama steamer."
Passepartout listened, with closed
fists.
"Now," resumed Fix, "Mr. Fogg seems to be
going back to England. Well, I will follow him
there. But hereafter I will do as much to keep
obstacles out of his way as I have done up to
this time to put them in his path. I've changed
my game, you see, and simply because it was for
my interest to change it. Your interest is the
same as mine; for it is only in England that
you will ascertain whether you are in the
service of a criminal or an honest man."
Passepartout listened very attentively to
Fix, and was convinced that he spoke with
entire good faith.
"Are we friends?" asked the detective.
"Friends?--no," replied Passepartout; "but
allies, perhaps. At the least sign of treason,
however, I'll twist your neck for you."
"Agreed," said the detective quietly.
Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December,
the General Grant entered the bay of the Golden
Gate, and reached San Francisco.
Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a
single day.
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