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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 5
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 with out 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.
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