Chapter 1 Mr Phileas Fogg and Passepartout

In the year 1872 M r Phileas Fogg lived at N um ber 7 Savile R ow,

London. M r Fogg was a m em ber o f the R efo rm C lub,* but as he
never spoke about himself, nobody knew much else about him.
He was certainly English, a fin e-lookin g English gentlem an. He
was never seen at the bank or any other financial institution in
the city. H e was unknow n to the w orld o f shipowners and
shipping. He was not a businessman. He was not a farm er. He was
not a scientist. H e was not a w riter. H e seem ed to have no
business or trade.
M r Fogg was a m em ber o f the R efo rm Club, and that was all.
As he seem ed to be w ithout friends, it may be w ondered how
he had com e to be a m em ber o f the R efo rm Club. It was quite
simple. The head o f the bank at w hich he kept his accounts had
put his name on the list o f those w ho w ished to becom e
m em bers, and he was accepted.
Was Phileas Fogg rich? Yes, certainly. But how he had made his
fortune nobody knew, and M r Fogg was not the sort o f man to
tell anybody. H e did not spend much money, although he did not
seem to be one o f those people w h o were particularly interested
in saving it.
H e talked very little; in fact nobody could have talked less.
There was no secret about his habits and his daily life, but as he
always did exactly the same things in exactly the same w ay every
day, people w ondered m ore and m ore about him and his past life.
H ad he travelled? Probably, since nobody seem ed as fam iliar
with the w orld as he did. He appeared to have the m ost exact

* R eform Club: one o f a number o f London clubs in w hich gentlemen w ho

were voted in as members could spend time for a yearly charge.

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know ledge o f every country and tow n in the world. Sometimes
w hen the members o f the club talked about travellers w ho had
disappeared or becom e lost in some distant or unknow n place,
M r Fogg, in a few clear words, w ould explain w hat had probably
happened to them. His explanations often proved to be quite
correct. H e was a man w ho must have travelled everyw here — at
least in his m ind and im agination.
W hat was quite certain was that for many years Phileas Fogg
had not left London. Those w ho knew him a little better than
others said that nobody had ever seen him anywhere except in
London. Even in London the only place w here he was seen out
o f doors was betw een his house and club. His only activities were
reading the newspapers and playing cards. It was clear that M r
Fogg played not for money, but for the love o f the game. For him
a game o f cards was a struggle, but a pleasant one.
Phileas Fogg, it appeared, had neither a w ife nor children —
w hich may happen to the m ost honest people. N ob od y had ever
heard o f his father or m other, or w hether he had brothers and
sisters. He lived alone in his house in Savile R ow, w hich nobody
ever visited. N othin g was know n about the inside o f his house.
O ne servant was enough to do the w ork. He had his meals at the
club at exactly the same times every day, w hen he sat in the same
room , at the same table, always alone. He only w ent hom e to
sleep, always exactly at midnight.
His hom e in Savile R o w was a simple one, but very
com fortable. Since his habits w ere so regular, and he spent all day
at his club, his servants duties were light. But Phileas Fogg
expected from his servant a very high degree o f exactness and
regularity.

It was O ctober 2nd. M r Fogg had ju st dismissed his servant, John

Foster. John Foster had been guilty o f a very serious irregularity:

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the hot w ater that he had brought to his m asters room was only
eighty-four degrees instead o f eighty-six — an inexcusable
mistake. The servant had to go. M r Fogg was now w aiting for his
new servant, w ho was expected betw een eleven o ’clock and h alf
past eleven.
Phileas Fogg was sitting in his armchair, his tw o feet together,
his hands on his knees, his body straight and his head high. He
was look in g at the clock —a beautiful clock show ing the seconds,
the minutes, the hours, the days and the years. W hen h alf past
eleven struck, M r Fogg, according to his usual habit, w ould leave
the house and go to his club.
At that m om ent there was a knock at the door. John Foster
appeared.
‘The new servant,’ he announced.
A young man o f about thirty years o f age cam e in and greeted
Fogg respectfully.
‘You are a Frenchman and your name is Jo h n ?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘J ean, i f you don’t mind,’ answered the young man. ‘Jean
Passepartout.* M y name suits me very well because I can do all
sorts o f things. I believe I am a g ood and honest person but I have
had many trades in my time. I have sung in the streets, I have been
an acrobat and a dancer on a tightrope, and I have taught these
subjects. In Paris I was an officer in the fire service, so I can tell
you stories o f som e o f the m ost fam ous fires in that city. I left
France five years ago. W ishing to know som ething o f life in
English hom es, I cam e to England as a servant. Finding m yself
now w ithout a situation, I have com e to you. I have heard that
you, sir, lead the quietest and m ost regular life o f any man in
England.This w ill suit me very w ell for I, too, wish to lead a quiet
life in the future, and even to forget my name o f Passepartout.’

* Passepartout: a French word meaning ‘go anywhere’ or ‘fit anything’. It is used

to describe a key that will fit any lock.

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 ‘You w ill suit me,’ answered M r Fogg. ‘I have been told that
you are a good servant and a man to be trusted. You know my
conditions?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Very well. W hat is the time by your w atch?’
‘Twenty-five minutes past eleven,’ answered Passepartout,
pulling out o f his pocket a very large silver watch.
‘You are slow,’ said M r Fogg.
‘Excuse me, sir, but that is impossible.’
‘You are four minutes slow,’ said M r Fogg. ‘But it does not
m atter so long as you know it. And now, from this m om ent —
11.2 9 in the m orning, Wednesday, 2nd O ctober, 1872 —you are
in my service.’
Phileas Fogg to o k his hat w ith his left hand, put it on his head
w ith a m achine-like m ovem ent, and left the house w ithout
another word.
After he had put his right fo o t in front o f his left 575 times,
and his left fo o t 576 times in front o f his right, he reached the fine
building o f the R efo rm Club. In the dining room there he took
his usual place at his usual table. At 12.47 he got up and went
into the reading room , w here one o f the servants gave him a copy
o f The Times newspaper. H e read this until 3.45, w hen he took
up the Standard, and read that until dinner. A t 5.40 he was back
again in the reading room , and gave his attention to the Morning
Chronicle. H alf an hour later he was jo in ed by a few o f the other
members. They began talking about a great bank robbery that
had taken place the day before, in w hich the robber had stolen
fifty-five thousand pounds in bank notes.
‘The bank w ill lose its money, I think,’ said one o f them , a man
named Andrew Stuart.
‘I don’t think so,’ said another,Thom as Flanagan.‘The th ief will
be caught before long. As all the ports are being carefully w atched
by the police, he w ill find it difficult to leave the country.’

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 ‘The Morning Chronicle thinks that the person w ho has taken
the m oney is not an ordinary thief, but an educated man,’ said M r
Fogg.
They w ent on talking about the chances o f the robber being
caught, and o f the different ways in w hich he could escape from
the country.
Some o f the gentlem en said that the w orld was so large that,
i f he m anaged to leave the country, a robber could easily hide
from those w ho were trying to catch him. But Phileas Fogg did
not agree w ith them.
‘The world,’ he said, ‘is no longer a big place. Fast ships and
trains have changed everything. For exam ple, we now have the
Suez Canal, and there are railways running across India and the
U nited States.’
Then they began to talk about how lon g it w ould take to go
round the w orld. M ost o f them thought that three m onths w ould
be needed, but Phileas Fogg said that eighty days w ould be
enough.
To prove his claim, M r Fogg to o k a piece o f paper and w rote
down:

London to Suez by Calais and Brindisi

(railway and steamer) 7 days
Suez to Bom bay (steamer) 13 »
Bom bay to Calcutta (railway) 3 »
Calcutta to Flong Kong (steamer) 13 «
H ong Kong to Yokohama (steamer) 6 "
Yokohama to San Francisco (steamer) 22 »
San Francisco to N ew York (railway) 7 «
N ew York to London (steamer and railway) 9 "

80 days

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 M r Stuart said that it was impossible, and offered to bet four
thousand pounds that he was right. Phileas Fogg said that he was
ready to go round the w orld him self in eighty days; and that he
was ready to start that same evening. He said that he w ould not
only agree to the bet o f four thousand pounds w ith M r Stuart,
but that he w ould be prepared to bet twenty thousand pounds o f
his fortune that he could go round the w orld in eighty days.
His five friends accepted the bet, and M r Fogg w arned them
that they w ould have to pay fo r his journey.
‘ So that is agreed and arran ged,’ said M r Fogg. ‘I b elieve
that a train leaves fo r D over at 8 .45 this even in g. I shall travel
by it.’
‘This evening?’ cried M r Stuart, in a very surprised voice.
‘This evening,’ answered Fogg, as calmly as i f it w ere a matter
o f going to the next street. ‘As this is Wednesday, 2nd O ctober, I
ought to be back in the reading room o f the R efo rm Club on
Saturday, 21st Decem ber, at 8.45 in the evening, and i f I am not,
the twenty thousand pounds now in my bank w ill belong to you
gentlemen.’
Seven o ’clock struck as he was speaking, and the others
advised him to hurry o ff im m ediately and get ready for his
journey. But he said there was no need fo r him to leave them just
yet, as he was always ready; and so it was 7.25 before he said
goodbye and left the club.
Twenty-five minutes later he opened the door o f his house and
found Passepartout w aiting for him.
Passepartout was feeling very happy. H e had been exam ining
the house, and the things in it, and had noticed its strict
organization. Everything showed that his master was a man w ho
lived a quiet and regular life. It was clear that he never w ent away
on journ eys, and never w ent hunting or shooting.
‘This w ill suit me perfectly,’ he said to himself. ‘I have had
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than to lead a quiet and regular life w ith my new master.
E xcellent!’
Just then his master came in.
‘We must leave in ten minutes for D over and Calais,’ said
Phileas Fogg. ‘We have only eighty days in w hich to go round the
world, so we must not waste any time.’
The calmness w ith w hich he gave this inform ation to his
servant left that good Frenchman almost breathless w ith surprise.
‘R ound the w o rld ?’
‘Yes, round the w orld.’
‘In eighty days?’
‘In eighty days.’
‘Leaving in ten m inutes’ tim e?’
‘Exactly.’
‘But w hat about the things we are to take w ith us? W hat about
packing?’
‘We w ill take nothing w ith us except our night clothes.
Everything else we shall buy on the way.’
B y eight o ’clock Passepartout had done the few things that
were to be done: he had packed a small travelling bag, and had
locked up the rooms. Into the bag M r Fogg put a large packet o f
bank notes; he then told his servant to take care o f the bag, as
there w ere tw enty thousand pounds in it.
They locked the front door, crossed the street, hired a carriage,
and drove quickly to C haring Cross Station. At the station the
five m em bers o f the R efo rm Club w ere w aiting to see Phileas
Fogg leave. H e explained to them that he had a passport w hich
he w ould ask officials to sign at every im portant place on his
journey, to prove that he had been there.
A t 8.45 the train began to m ove; the jo u rn ey around the w orld
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 Chapter 2 Fix, the Detective

Seven days later, w hile a small crowd was w aiting at Suez for the
steamer Mongolia to arrive, tw o m en were having a serious talk.
O ne was the British consul, and the other was a thin, impatient
little man w hose eyes seem ed never at rest. This second man was
M r Fix, one o f the many detectives sent out to the c h ie f ports in
an attempt to catch the bank robber o f w h om M r Fogg and his
friends had been talking.
M r Fix had the idea that the robber m ight have chosen a new
way o f travelling to A m erica and, instead o f crossing the Atlantic,
m ight be going eastwards by way o f India and Japan, and so
escape being discovered.
The Mongolia w ould only stop for a short time at Suez and
w ould then go on to Bombay. As the passengers came o ff the
boat, they were all w atched very carefully by the detective. One
o f those passengers was Passepartout, w ho had been sent by his
master to get the passport signed by the consul. He w ent up to
Fix and, showing him the passport, explained that he w anted to
find the consul. Fix to o k it and exam ined it closely. As he read on
it the description o f M r Fogg, he becam e certain that it was the
passport o f the man he was trying to catch.
‘This passport is not yours, is it?’ he asked.
‘N o,’ said the other, ‘it belongs to my master.’
‘W here is your m aster?’ asked Fix.
‘O n the ship,’ answered Passepartout.
‘But he must go him self to the consul’s office i f he wants the
passport to be signed by the consul. He cannot send anybody
else.’
‘Is that so ?’
‘Certainly.’
‘And w here is the o ffice?’ asked Passepartout.
‘O ver there,’ said the detective, pointing.

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 ‘Then I w ill go and inform my master,’ said Passepartout, ‘but
he w o n ’t like having to com e himself.’
W hile Passepartout w ent back to the boat, the detective
w alked quickly to the consul’s office, and told the consul w hat he
thought.
‘I am sure,’ he said ,‘that the man I am look in g for is on board
the Mongolia.’
‘Very w ell, M r Fix,’ answered the con su l.‘I w ould rather like to
see him m yself. But i f he is, as you suppose, the robber, I don ’t
think that he w ill com e to my office. A th ief does not like to
show him self and talk about his business. Besides, passengers need
not show their passports i f they don ’t w ant to.’
‘But,’ said Fix, ‘he must not be allowed to go on to India. I
must keep him here until I receive from London the warrant for
his arrest.’
‘I can’t help you,’ said the consul. ‘I f the m an’s passport is in
order, I cannot stop him from going on to India.’
A t that m om ent tw o m en came into the office. O ne was
Passepartout and the other was M r Fogg. M r Fogg held out the
passport and asked the consul to sign it.
The consul read it carefully, and then said: ‘You are M r Phileas
Fogg?’
‘I am.’
‘And this man is your servant?’
‘Yes.’
‘You have com e from L ondon?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you are g o in g . . . ? ’
‘To Bombay.’
‘Very w ell, sir. You know that there is no need for you to bring
this passport here for my signature.’
‘I know that,’ answered M r Fogg, ‘but I wish to prove, by your
signature, that I have passed through Suez.’

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 ‘Very well,’ said the consul, and signed the passport.
A few minutes later Fix found Passepartout alone.
‘Well, did you get w hat you w anted?’
‘O h, it’s you, is it, sir? Yes, everything is all right. So this is Suez,
and we are in Egypt.’
‘Just so.’
‘In Africa, I believe.’
‘Yes, in Africa.’
‘I wish I could stay longer, and see som ething o f Africa. But
w e are travelling so quickly that there’s no time for me to stop
and see all these interesting places.’
‘Are you in such a hurry, th en ?’ asked Fix.
‘N o, but my master is. He is in a terrible hurry. We left London
so suddenly that we did not even have time to pack things for our
journey.’
‘I can take you to a place w here you can buy everything you
need,’ offered Fix.
‘You are really very kind,’ answered Passepartout.
As they walked along, the Frenchman said: ‘Above all, I must
not be too late for the b oat!’
‘You have plenty o f time,’ answered Fix. ‘It’s only twelve
o ’clock.’
Passepartout pulled out his watch. ‘Twelve o ’clock,’ he said.
‘You are jok in g. It is only eight minutes to ten.’
‘Your watch is slow,’ answered Fix.
‘Slow? M y watch? The watch that belonged to my father’s
grandfather? M y watch that is never w rong? Im possible!’
‘I see w hat is the matter,’ answered Fix. ‘You have kept it at
London time, w hich is about two hours earlier than Suez time.
You w ill have to put it right.’
‘Put it right!’ cried Passepartout.‘But it isn’t w ron g!’
‘Well, i f you don ’t put the watch right, it w ill not agree with
the sun.’

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 ‘So m uch the w orse fo r the sun, then, sir. The sun may be
w rong, but not my watch.’
There was a short silence. Then Fix said, ‘Let me see, you were
saying that you left London in a hurry.’
‘We certainly did. O n Wednesday evening M r Fogg came back
from his club much earlier than usual, and three-quarters o f an
hour later, we had started on our journey.’
‘B ut w here is your master g oin g?’
‘H e is going round the world.’
‘G oing round the w orld ?’ cried Fix.
‘Yes, in eighty days. A bet, he says it is, but, betw een ourselves,
I don’t believe it. T here’s som ething about it that I don ’t
understand.’
‘H e seems to be a strange man.’
‘H e certainly is.’
‘Is he rich ?’
‘H e must be, and he is taking a lot o f m oney w ith him, all in
new bank notes. And he is spending his money, too, I can tell you.’
‘Have you know n your master a lon g tim e?’
‘I had never m et him until the day we started.That was the day
w hen I becam e his servant.’
It is easy to im agine w hat effect this conversation had on the
m ind o f the detective, w h o was already certain that M r Fogg was
the bank robber. This sudden jo u rn ey such a short time after the
robbery; this anxiety to reach distant countries, w ith the excuse
o f a strange bet — all this persuaded Fix that he was right. He
encouraged the Frenchman to say m ore, and so learned that the
servant knew nothing o f his master, that M r Fogg lived alone in
London, that he was know n to be rich, that nobody knew w here
his fortune came from , that he was a man w ho never spoke about
him self or his business. Fix discovered, too, that he was in fact
going on to Bombay.
‘Is Bom bay far?’ asked Passepartout.

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 ‘Yes, quite far,’ answered Fix. ‘It w ill take about another ten
days o f sailing.’
‘And w here is B om bay?’
‘In India.’
‘In A sia?’
‘O f course.’

Fix w ent to the consul shortly after this talk. ‘I am now quite
certain,’ he said, ‘that I have got him. H e pretends to be trying to
w in a strange bet by going round the w orld in eighty days.’
‘Then h e’s very clever,’ said the consul. ‘H e expects to get back
safely to London after having escaped from the police all over the
world.’
‘We shall see,’ answered Fix.
‘You are sure that you are not m istaken?’
‘Q uite sure.’
‘Then why was he so anxious for me to sign his passport?’
‘That’s what I don ’t know,’ replied the detective. ‘But listen to
this.’ And then in a few words he told the consul w hat he had
learned from Passepartout.
‘Yes, it really does seem that he is the man you want,’ agreed
the consul. ‘W hat are you going to d o ?’
‘Send a telegram to London, telling the people there to send a
warrant for his arrest to me at Bombay. Then I shall go on board
the Mongolia, follow the th ief to India, and there go up to him
politely w ith the warrant in my hand and put my hand on his
shoulder.’
Fix said goodbye to the consul, sent the telegram , and boarded
the Mongolia. Shortly after that the steamer made its way through
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M ost o f the passengers w ho had jo in ed the Mongolia at Brindisi
were not going further than India. Some w ere going to Bom bay;
others to Calcutta, but by way o f Bombay, because a railway had
now been built that ran across the country from west to east, so
there was no need to make the long sea jo u rn ey by way o f
Ceylon.
The day after the boat left Suez, Passepartout happened to see
Fix.
‘I f I am not mistaken, sir,’ said he w ith a sm ile,‘you are the one
w ho so kindly directed me at Suez.’
‘Yes, o f course, and you are the servant o f that strange
Englishman.’
‘Just so, M r
‘Fix.’
‘M r Fix, I am pleased to find you on board. W here are you
g oin g?’
‘Like you, to Bombay.’
‘T hat’s excellent. Have you ever been there b efo re?’
‘W e ll. . . yes . . . ’ answered Fix, w ho did not w ant to say too
much.
‘Is India an interesting p lace?’ asked Passepartout.
‘Very interesting. There are all sorts o f lovely things to be seen
there. I hope you w ill have plenty o f time to see the country.’
‘I hope so too, M r Fix. A fter all, it’s a foolish thing to spend
o n e’s life jum ping from a ship to a railway and from a railway to
a ship, simply in order to go round the w orld in eighty days. N o,
all that sort o f thing w ill com e to an end at Bombay, I feel sure.’
‘A nd is M r Fogg w ell?’ asked Fix, w ithout seem ing to be very
interested.
‘Very well,’ answered Passepartout, ‘and so am I. I eat enough
for three men. It’s the sea air that makes m e so hungry.’
‘I never see your master w alking around the ship.’
‘N o, he doesn’t like m ixing w ith other people.’

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 ‘Have you considered, M r Passepartout, that this jou rn ey
round the world in eighty days might be an excuse for som ething
else, some secret pu rpose?’
‘Well, M r Fix, I don ’t know, and w hat is m ore, I don’t want to
know.’
This was the first o f many similar conversations betw een
Passepartout and Fix, as the detective thought it w ise to make
friends w ith the servant o f the man he was follow ing; it might
one day be useful.
At Aden, Fogg w ent on shore to have his passport signed.
Passepartout w ent too, as he never wasted an opportunity to see
all that was to be seen.
‘Very interesting,’ he said to him self;‘i f you are lookin g for new
experiences, there is no better way than by travelling.’
O n Sunday, 20th O ctober India came in sight.

Chapter 3 The Train to Allahabad

The ship reached Bom bay two days earlier than had been
expected. A t h alf past four in the afternoon the travellers w ent on
shore, and the train for Calcutta was going to leave at eight
o ’clock.
M r Fogg, as you may im agine, w ent to the passport office,
while M r Fix went, as you may imagine, to the police station,
w here he asked anxiously w hether the warrant had come.
It had not com e. Fix was disappointed. He asked the c h ie f o f
the Bom bay police to give him the necessary docum ents to arrest
M r Fogg. The ch ief said no — it was a m atter for the London
police, and not his business at all. There was nothing to be done.
Fix was fairly certain that M r Fogg w ould go no further than
Bombay. So he w ould arrest the man w hen the warrant from
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 But by this time Passepartout knew that the jo u rn ey was not
at an end. His master had told him that they w ould leave for
Calcutta by the evening train, and so he began to think that, after
all, the story o f the bet was true, and that they were really going
round the world.
He w ent fo r a walk in the streets o f Bombay, since he liked to
see all there was to be seen. U nfortunately for him and his master,
though, his w ish to see everything resulted in serious trouble.
This is w hat happened. W hile m aking his way towards the
station, Passepartout cam e to the great temple o f M alabar Hill.
The outside o f it looked so fine that he decided to go and admire
it from the inside. Now, there w ere tw o things that our
sightseeing Frenchman did not know. O n e o f them was this —that
foreigners are not allowed to go inside Indian temples. The other
was that even the Indians themselves are not allowed to enter a
temple w ith their shoes on; they must take their shoes o f f and
leave them outside the door.
Passepartout w ent in, and he did not take his shoes off. W hile
he was adm iring the temple from the inside, three priests threw
themselves on him, pulled his shoes o f f and began to give him a
good beating. Passepartout, strong and active, was easily able to
get up, knock them dow n, fight his way out o f the tem ple and
run. At five minutes to eight, only a few minutes before the train
left, and w ithout his hat or shoes, he reached the railway station.
Fix was there. He had follow ed M r Fogg and discovered that
he was going to leave the tow n. H e decided im m ediately that he
must follow him to Calcutta, and even further, i f necessary.
Passepartout did not notice the detective, but Fix heard the
explanations that he gave to his master and the story o f his
adventure.
‘D on’t let that happen again,’ said Phileas Fogg to his servant,
as they took their places in the railway carriage.
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plan came into his m ind.‘N o, I w ill stay here,’ he said to himself.
‘Laws have now been broken here in India. I know w hat to do. I
have got my m an!’

M r Fogg and Passepartout were not the only people in the

railway carriage; there was a third traveller w ith them. This was
Sir Francis Cromarty, an officer o f the Indian Army, w ho was on
his way to Benares.
On Tuesday m orning, 22nd O ctober, Sir Francis happened to
ask Passepartout the time.
Passepartout pulled out his w atch and said, ‘Three o ’clock.’
‘Impossible,’ said Sir Francis. ‘It must be seven o ’clock at least.’
‘M y watch is never wrong,’ replied Passepartout.
Sir Francis tried to make him understand that as they were
going towards the east the days becam e shorter, and each degree
that they passed made a difference o f four minutes.
But Passepartout could not understand. His w atch must be
right, he said, and the sun must be w rong. His w atch said that it
was three o ’clock and so it could not be seven o ’clock.
As Sir Francis Crom arty becam e m ore and m ore friendly w ith
his travelling com panions, it was not long before he learned the
reason for their journey. He becam e m ost interested, and listened
w ith the greatest care to w hat M r Fogg told him.
‘You w ill be very fortunate, M r Fogg,’ he said, ‘i f you succeed
in getting round the world in eighty days. All sorts o f things may
happen that will delay you. An accident; unexpected problem s. . . ’
‘N o,’ answered M r Fogg, ‘in spite o f accidents and unexpected
problems, I am certain to succeed.’
‘For example,’ answered Sir Francis, ‘this adventure o f your
servant at Bombay. You have no idea how severe the British
governm ent is in such m atters.Your servant may be arrested and
punished.’

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 ‘I f my servant is arrested and punished for going into a temple
w ithout taking his shoes off, it is his business and not mine. I f he
is stopped at Calcutta and put into prison, I shall, o f course, be
sorry. But it w ill not stop me from continuing w ith my journey.’
‘But other things may happen that w ill delay you,’ answered Sir
Francis.
At that m om ent the train came to a stop, and a voice called: ‘All
passengers get dow n h ere!’
Passepartout jum ped out o f the train to see w hat the matter
was. In a few minutes he came back saying, ‘This is the end o f the
railway!’
‘W hat do you m ean?’ asked Sir Francis.
‘I m ean that the train can go no further.’
The passengers got o f f the train.
‘W here are w e ?’ Sir Francis asked a railway official.
‘We are at the village o f Kholby.’
‘W hy are we stopping?’
‘This is w here the railway line com es to an end.’
‘H ow ’s that?’
‘It is not yet com pleted. The fifty miles o f line betw een here
and Allahabad have not yet been built.’
‘But the newspapers say that the line is com plete.’
‘I can’t help that,’ answered the official. ‘The newspapers have
made a mistake.’
‘B ut we have paid for the jo u rn ey from B om bay to C alcutta!’
said Sir Francis.
‘But the passengers know that they must find som e way o f
their ow n to get from here to Allahabad.’
Sir Francis was very angry, and Passepartout was ready to fight
the railway official.
‘Sir Francis,’ said M r Fogg calmly, ‘we had better find another
way o f getting to Allahabad.’
‘M r Fogg, this is going to put an end to your plan.’

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 ‘N o t at all, Sir Francis. I had expected it.’
‘W hat! You knew that the railway was not yet com plete?’
‘N o, but I knew som ething or other o f this sort was certain to
happen. This is not serious; I am tw o days early. There is a ship
that leaves Calcutta for H ong Kong at twelve o ’clock on the
25th; this is only the 22nd, and we shall get to Calcutta in time.’
It was only too true that the railway ended at this point. The
newspapers were mistaken — as they often are. M ost o f the
passengers had know n that the line stopped there, and had already
hired carriages and horses; so w hen M r Fogg and Sir Francis w ent
to find some w ay o f getting to Allahabad, everything had been
taken.
‘I shall walk,’ said Phileas Fogg.
But Passepartout had been m ore fortunate. ‘I think I have
found a way,’ he said.
‘And w hat’s that?’
‘An elephant. It belongs to an Indian w ho lives close by.’
‘Let’s go and see the elephant,’ said M r Fogg.
Five minutes later the three travellers reached a hut, inside
w hich was an Indian and outside w hich was an elephant.
M r Fogg asked i f he could hire the animal. The Indian said no.
Fogg asked him again and offered the very high price o f ten
pounds an hour. The answer was no. Twenty pounds? N o. Forty
pounds? N o. Passepartout gave a jum p every time the price went
up. I f it took fifteen hours to get to Allahabad, the Indian w ould
receive six hundred pounds.
Phileas Fogg, w ithout showing any signs o f im patience, offered
to buy the elephant, and suggested a thousand pounds as the
price. The Indian did not w ant to sell.
Sir Francis Crom arty took M r Fogg on one side and advised
him to think the m atter over before going any further. M r Fogg
said that he never thought things over; he always decided things
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and to w in it he must have the elephant, even i f he paid twenty
times the value o f the animal.
M r Fogg w ent back to the Indian. It was easy to see by the
lo o k on the m an’s face that the w hole thing was a question o f
money. Phileas Fogg offered twelve hundred pounds, then fifteen
hundred, then eighteen hundred, and at last two thousand
pounds.
Then the Indian said he w ould sell.
The next thing was to find a guide. This was easier. A young
Indian, w ith a pleasant-looking face, offered his services. M r Fogg
prom ised him a g ood reward, w hich m ade his face lo o k even
m ore pleasant. The Indian knew his business. Fie fitted a seating
arrangem ent onto the elephant, w ith a chair on each side.
M r Fogg paid the Indian in bank notes, w hich he to o k from
his bag. This made Passepartout feel alm ost ill. Then M r Fogg
offered to take Sir Francis Crom arty w ith him to Allahabad, and
his offer was accepted. Food was bought in the village. Sir Francis
took his place on one o f the chairs, and Phileas Fogg on the
other. The Indian to o k his place on the neck o f the elephant, and
Passepartout sat at the back.
They started at nine o ’clock in the m orning and, leaving the
village, to o k a path that ran through the forest. T hey travelled all
through the day, and by eight o ’clock in the evening they had
already got halfway to Allahabad. T hey started o f f at six o ’clock
the next m orning, and their guide said that they w ould reach
Allahabad that evening.
A t about four o ’clock in the afternoon, w hen they w ere in the
m iddle o f a thick forest, they suddenly heard strange noises — the
crying o f many voices, and the sound o f w ild music. The guide
stopped, and his face showed his anxiety. Fie jum p ed dow n, tied
the elephant to a tree, and then w ent quietly into the forest. A few
moments later he came back, saying, ‘We must not be seen! Let
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place from w hich the travellers could not be seen.
The noises came nearer and nearer. The travellers watched, not
know ing w hat they were going to witness. Then a crowd o f
priests came into view, h alf w alking and h alf dancing, half
shouting and h alf singing. Others came behind them pulling a
sort o f platform on w heels. O n this was seated a figure in the
shape o f a large man or w om an w ith four arms, painted in violent
colours.
Sir Francis knew w hat it was. ‘It is the Goddess Kali, the
Goddess o f Love and Death,’ he said.
‘The Goddess o f Death, perhaps,’ said Passepartout, ‘but the
Goddess o f Love — that I can never believe. W hat an ugly
w om an!’
The Indian made a sign to him to keep quiet.
Behind this some priests w ere pulling along a wom an, w ho
seem ed hardly able to walk. She was young, and very beautiful.
Then came another group o f priests carrying a dead body. The
body was dressed in the fine clothes o f an Indian prince.

Chapter 4 A Suttee

Sir Francis look ed at all this very sadly and, turning towards the
Indian, asked, ‘A suttee'?’
The Indian answered yes.
W hen the priests had all passed, and their cries could no
longer be heard, M r Fogg turned to Sir Francis and asked him the
m eaning o f the w ord ‘suttee’.
‘A “suttee” ,’ he answered,‘is an offerin g to the gods o f the body
o f a wom an w hose husband has died. This p o o r wom an w ill be
burned tom orrow m orning w hen the sun rises.’
‘Oh! W hat evil p eo p le!’ cried Passepartout.
‘And the dead b o d y ?’ M r Fogg asked.

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 ‘The dead body is that o f her husband, the prince,’ answered
their guide.
‘In m ost o f India,’ explained Sir Francis Cromarty, ‘this sort o f
thing has been stopped. But w e can do nothing about it in the
w ilder parts.’
‘The p oor girl!’ cried P assepartout.‘To be burned alive!’
‘Yes,’ said Sir Francis, ‘burnt alive, and i f she were not, you
w ould hardly believe w hat cruelties she w ould suffer. They w ould
cut o ff her hair; they w ould give her alm ost nothing to eat; people
w ould treat her w orse than a dog. So many o f these unfortunate
w om en prefer to be burned than to lead such a terrible life. And
there are in fact cases in w hich the w om an offers h erself freely. I
rem em ber one such case w hen a young w om an asked to be
burned w ith the body o f her husband. The governor o f course
w ould not allow it. So the wom an left the tow n and w ent to an
area governed by one o f the Indian princes, and there she was
able to die in the way she w ished.’
The guide, w h o had been listening, said, ‘The w om an we saw
just now, though, is not going to her death because she wants to;
she is being forced to do so.’
‘She does not seem to be m aking any effort to escape,’ said Sir
Francis.
The Indian answered, ‘They have made her drink or smoke
som ething that has m ade her sleepy. She does not know w hat is
happening.’
‘But how do you know,’ asked Sir Francis, ‘that she is being
forced to g o ?’
‘E verybody round here knows the story,’ answered the man.
‘She is a girl o f great beauty, the daughter o f a rich Bom bay
trader. H er name is Aouda. H er father and m other died w hen she
was young, and she was forced to m arry this old prince. Three
m onths later he died. K now ing w hat w ould happen to her, she
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the prince’s fortune i f this girl dies, and so he has arranged for her
to be put to death.’
‘W here are they taking h er?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘To the Pillaji temple, two miles from here. She w ill spend the
night there w aiting for the m om ent w hen she is to be burned.’
Just as they were going to start their jo u rn ey again, M r Fogg
turned to Sir Francis and suggested: ‘Let us save this wom an.’
‘Save this wom an, M r Fogg?’ cried Sir Francis.
‘I am still twelve hours early,’ he answ ered,‘and I can give those
twelve hours to her.’
‘M r Fogg, you have a very kind heart!’
‘Sometimes — w hen I have time,’ answered M r Fogg, simply.
They decided to go as near to the temple as possible, and half
an hour later they came to a stop am ong some thick trees. There
they talked about the best plan for saving the girl. The Indian
knew this temple, and said that the girl was inside it. W ould it be
possible to go in and take her away w hile the priests w ere asleep?
Would it be possible to make a hole in the wall? Such things
could not be decided until the right m om ent. But there was no
doubt in their minds that i f she could be saved, she must be
carried o f f during the night, and not at the m om ent w hen she
was being taken to the place o f her death, for then no man could
save her.

M r Fogg and his com panions w aited for night to fall. W hen it got
dark, at about six o ’clock, they decided to go as far as the temple
to see w hat could be done. B y that time, no m ore noise was
heard. The Indians must have been drinking or sm oking
som ething that had put them into a deep sleep, so it w ould
perhaps be possible to enter the temple w ithout being noticed.
The guide w ent first, and the others follow ed. B efore long they
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a pile o f w oo d w hich had been built up by the Indians. O n this
pile o f w ood lay the body o f the prince, w hich was to be burned
at the same time as the girl w hom they were trying to save. A few
hundred feet on the other side o f this was the temple.
‘Follow me,’ said the guide, in a low voice.
Soon they came to a place w here the ground was covered with
sleeping Indians. But to their disappointm ent, they also saw men
w ho were not asleep and w h o w ere on guard, w alking up and
dow n in front o f the doors o f the temple. The travellers supposed
that there must be m en on guard inside, too.
The Indian w ent no further. H e saw the im possibility o f
getting into the temple through its entrance, and he w ent back to
his com panions. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis C rom arty
understood as w ell as he did that nothing could be done from
that direction, and they talked over the m atter in low voices.
‘Let us wait,’ said Sir Francis. ‘It is only eight o ’clock, and
perhaps these m en w ill go to sleep too, later.’
‘Perhaps they w ill,’ said Passepartout.
So Phileas Fogg and his com panions lay dow n at the foot o f a
tree and waited. Tim e seem ed to pass very slowly. The Indian left
them now and again to see w hat was happening.
At m idnight the priests were still on guard. It was clear that
they did not intend to sleep. There was only one thing to be
done, and that was to make a hole in the wall o f the temple. But
the question was: w ould the m en inside the tem ple be w atching
the girl as carefully as those outside?
A fter one final discussion, the Indian said that he was ready to
start. The others follow ed him.
H alf an hour later they reached the back o f the temple w ithout
having m et anyone. There was no one on guard on this side,
w here there were neither doors nor w indows.
It was a dark night. The m oon was low dow n in the sky and
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 But it was one thing to get to the wall o f the temple, and
another to get inside it. To do this, Phileas Fogg and his
com panions had nothing except their pocket knives. Fortunately
the wall was made mainly o f w ood.
They w ent to w ork, m aking as little noise as possible. The
Indian and Passepartout made an opening. Suddenly they heard a
cry from inside the temple, and at the same time another cry
could be heard from outside.
The workers stopped. W hat had happened? Had their w ork
been noticed? They w ent back to their hiding place am ong the
trees and waited. Some time passed. Then they saw that m en were
now guarding the back o f the temple in w hich the young girl was
sleeping.

Chapter 5 Saving Aouda

It is difficult to describe the disappointm ent o f the four men.

They had got so near to the w om an that they w ished to save, but
they could not save her. They had failed in their efforts. Sir
Francis was biting his fingers. Passepartout was in a state o f
terrible anger and the Indian had som e difficulty in keeping him
quiet. Fogg, though, showed no feelings at all; he was as calm as
ever.
‘The only thing that w e can do now is to go away,’ said Sir
Francis, in a low voice.
‘We must go away: that is all that we can do,’ agreed the Indian.
Passepartout said nothing.
‘Let us wait,’ said Phileas Fogg. ‘I need not get to Allahabad
before midday tom orrow.’
‘But w hat are you hoping fo r?’ asked Sir Francis. ‘In a few
hours daylight w ill com e and then . . . ’
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m om ent,’ answered Fogg.
Sir Francis w ondered w hat Fogg was thinking. W hat could this
cold Englishman possibly be planning to do? Was he going to
rush up to the young w om an and carry her o ff at the m om ent
w hen the Indians were going to burn her? To try to do that
w ould be crazy. But Phileas Fogg was not crazy, so Sir Francis
decided to trust him and to wait.
The young Indian did not let his com panions stay so close to
the temple, but made them com e back to the safer place am ong
the trees from w here they could see everything but not be seen
themselves.
But Passepartout, sitting on the low est branches o f a tree, had
an idea, and he began to make a plan. At first he thought, ‘W hat
a stupid plan! It cannot succeed.’ But later he thought, ‘W hy not,
after all? It’s a chance, perhaps the only o n e !’ So then he began to
make his way as silently as possible out along the low branches o f
the tree, the ends o f w hich bent dow n towards the ground.
The hours w ent by, and at last there were signs that the sun
w ould soon rise. The m om ent had com e. The sleeping m en w oke
up; the singing and crying started again. The p oor girl was now
going to die.
The temple doors opened. M r Fogg and Sir Francis Crom arty
could see her as two priests carried her out. For a second it
looked as i f she were going to make an effort to escape, but a
m om ent later she fell back into the state o f sleep caused by
w hatever they had forced her to take. The crow d o f Indians w ent
forw ard towards the pile o f w ood. Phileas Fogg and his
com panions follow ed. Two minutes later they reached a little
stream, not fifty steps away from the pile o n w hich the dead body
o f the prince lay. T hey could see the young wom an lying beside
him.
O il had been thrown on the w ood to make it burn easily. The
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 A t that m om ent Sir Francis and the guide held back M r Fogg,
w ho was just about to jum p forward towards the fire. Fie pushed
them a w a y ... and at that point the w hole scene changed. Cries
o f terror w ere heard, as all the Indians threw themselves on the
ground.
The old prince was not dead, after all. He was seen to stand up
suddenly, to pick up the young w om an in his arms and to com e
dow n from the pile o f w ood, carrying her out o f the clouds o f
smoke.
The priests and others turned their faces to the ground: they
did not dare to lo o k at the terrible sight. M r Fogg and Sir Francis
were in a state o f the greatest surprise. The Indian’s m outh hung
open, and Passepartout must surely have been equally surprised.
C arrying the girl in his arms, the man w ho had com e to life
again walked quickly towards the travellers, and said ,‘Let’s g o !’
It was Passepartout him self! D uring the night he had slipped
o ff the branch and, unnoticed by the Indians, had clim bed onto
the pile o f w ood. There in the darkness he had put on the long
golden coat w hich he to o k from the dead body o f the prince, and
had lain down beside the body. In this way, w hen the right
m om ent came, he was able to do w hat has ju st been described.
A cting w ith the greatest daring, he was fortunate enough to
succeed. A m om ent later the four m en disappeared into the
forest, the elephant carrying them away as fast as it could go.
But the cries and shouts behind them told them that the trick *
had been discovered. For on the pile o f burning w ood the real
body o f the old prince could now be clearly seen. The priests
w ere returning to their senses and realizing that the young
wom an had been carried off. They tried to follow and to catch
the travellers, but they were too late.
An hour later Passepartout was still laughing over his success.
Sir Francis had taken the brave man by the hand. His m aster had
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Passepartout answered that all the honour o f the affair belonged
to his master. He could only see the funny part o f the business,
and laughed to think that he had been the dead husband o f a
beautiful wom an: an old Indian prince!
As for the girl, she had no idea o f w hat had happened. She was
still asleep.
The elephant m oved quickly through the forest, and an hour
after leaving the temple the travellers came to a stretch o f flat
country. A t seven o ’clock they stopped to rest.The young wom an
was still in the same state, but Sir Francis had no anxiety about
her condition; he knew that in a few hours she w ould com e to
her senses and be all right. W hat he was afraid o f was her future.
He told M r Fogg that i f A ouda stayed in India, she w ould
certainly, in the end, be caught again by those w ho w anted to kill
her. She w ould be safe only w hen she was out o f the country.
Phileas Fogg answered that he w ould give the m atter serious
consideration.
At ten o ’clock they reached Allahabad. From this point the
railway started again, and trains ran in less than tw enty-four hours
from here to Calcutta. Phileas Fogg should, then, get to Calcutta
in time to catch the boat that left there the next day, 25th
O ctober, at midday, for H ong Kong.
M r Fogg found a room at the station for the young w om an to
rest in, and sent Passepartout to buy the clothes and other things
that she w ould need. By the time the servant got back to the
station, having enjoyed as many o f the sights as possible along the
way, A ouda was already much better. She was now awake, and
understood, m ore or less, w hat had happened. She was certainly
beautiful. She spoke English perfectly, and was in every w ay a
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 Chapter 6 Stopped by the Police

The train was just about to leave Allahabad Station, and the
Indian guide was w aiting for his wages. M r Fogg gave him the
m oney he had prom ised, and no m ore, w hich rather surprised
Passepartout, w ho knew how helpful the man had been. In fact,
i f the priests o f the Pillaji temple later came to hear how he had
helped in carrying o f f the wom an that they w ere going to burn,
they w ould never forgive him, and his life w ould be in danger.
Then there was the question o f the elephant. W hat was to be
done w ith this animal that had been bought at such a high price?
But Phileas Fogg had already com e to a decision. H e turned
to the Indian and said: ‘You have been useful and kind. I have paid
you for your service but not for your honesty and loyalty. D o you
w ant this elephant? I f so, it is yours.’
‘You are giving me a fortu n e!’ the man cried in answer.
‘Take it, and even then I shall feel that I owe you som ething.’
‘E xcellent!’ cried Passepartout. ‘Take it, my friend. It is your
reward! ’

A few minutes later, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Crom arty and
Passepartout, together w ith Aouda, w ere in a com fortable railway
carriage m aking their way towards Benares.This tow n was eighty
miles away from Allahabad, but they reached it in two hours.
D uring this jo u rn ey the young wom an returned com pletely to
her health and senses. It may be better im agined than described
how surprised she was to find h erself dressed in European
clothes, in a com fortable railway carriage, am ong com panions
w ho were total strangers to her! Sir Francis Crom arty told her the
story o f how she had been saved. H e spoke o f the great kindness
o f Phileas Fogg, w ho had put his life in danger to save her, and o f
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 In answer to these praises M r Fogg said nothing, and
Passepartout said simply, ‘O h, it’s not w orth talking about!’
A ouda thanked those w ho had saved her, m ore by her tears
than by her words. Then, as she thought o f the terrible time
through w hich she had passed, and o f the continuing danger she
faced in India, she was frightened.
Phileas Fogg understood w hat she was thinking, and to put her
mind at rest and com fort her, offered — in his coldest m anner —
to take her to H ong Kong, w here she could stay until everything
had been forgotten. A ouda accepted the offer gratefully. By
chance one o f her uncles lived there and was one o f the ch ief
traders o f that small British island.
A t h alf past twelve the train stopped at Benares. H ere Sir
Francis C rom arty left them, after w ishing them every success on
their journey.
‘I hope that you reach London in time to w in your bet,’ he
said.
A ouda said that she w ould never forget how much he had
helped in saving her from a terrible death. Passepartout shook
hands w ith him w ith such force that Sir Francis almost cried out
in pain. M r Fogg touched his hand lightly, and said, ‘Thank you.’
The train continued towards Calcutta, and arrived there the
next m orning at seven o ’clock. The boat did not leave until
midday, and so M r Fogg was five hours early.
As the travellers w ere leaving the station, a policem an came up
to their leader and said: ‘M r Phileas Fogg?’
‘Yes,’ he answered, ‘that is my name.’
‘Is this man your servant?’ asked the policem an.
‘Yes.’
‘Please follow me, both o f you.’
M r Fogg made no m ovem ent o f surprise. The policem an was
an officer o f the law, and for every Englishman the law is
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argue. But the policeman tapped him w ith his stick, and Phileas
Fogg ordered him to obey.
‘M ay this young lady com e w ith us?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘She may,’ answered the policem an.
The policem an led them towards a four-w heeled carriage
w ith two horses.They got in and drove off. N ob ody spoke during
the journey, w hich lasted about twenty minutes.
At the police station they were taken into a room and told that
they w ould be brought before a judge at h alf past eight. The
policem an then left them, locking the door behind him.
‘Well, w e’re caught!’ cried Passepartout.
Aouda turned to M r Fogg, saying, ‘You must leave me! It is
because o f me that the police have taken you! It is because you
saved m e!’
Fogg answered simply that that was not possible.To be brought
before a judge for having saved a w om an from those w ho were
going to burn her? Impossible. There must be a mistake. M r Fogg
added that in any case he w ould not leave A ouda behind, and that
he w ould take her w ith him to H ong Kong.
‘But the boat leaves at twelve o ’clo ck !’ said Passepartout.
‘B efore twelve o ’clock w e shall be on board the boat,’
answered M r Fogg.
He said it so seriously and naturally that Passepartout could
not help saying to himself, ‘Yes, o f course, that is certain. B efore
twelve o ’clock we shall be on board.’
At h alf past eight the door opened. The policem an came in
and then to o k the prisoners to the courtroom . The judge
appeared a few moments later, and sat down.
‘Call the first case,’ he said.
‘Phileas Fogg!’ called out an officer.
‘I am here,’ answered Fogg.
‘Passepartout!’
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 ‘Very well,’ said the ju d g e .‘For the last tw o days we have been
watching the trains from Bombay.’
‘But w h y?’ asked Passepartout. ‘W hat have we d o n e?’
‘You w ill see,’ said the judge. ‘Call the priests.’
The door was opened, and three Indian priests came into the
hall.
‘T hat’s w hat it is!’ said Passepartout to himself. ‘Those are the
ones w ho were going to burn our young lady!’
The priests stood in front o f the judge, w hile the official read
out the com plaint —that Phileas Fogg and his servant had broken
the law by behaving in a violen t and disorderly way w hile on land
w hich form ed part o f a temple.
‘You have heard the com plaint?’ asked the judge.
‘I have,’ answered M r Fogg, lookin g at his watch.
‘Is it tru e?’
‘Yes, it is true, and I am w aiting to hear those priests tell you
w hat they w ere going to do at the Pillaji temple w hen we
stopped them.’
The priests looked at each other in surprise. They seem ed not
to understand w hat Fogg had said.
‘Yes!’ cried Passepartout impatiently. ‘At the temple o f Pillaji,
w here they w ere going to burn the p oor girl!’
The priests looked m ore and m ore surprised, and the judge
was totally confused.
‘Burn w h o ?’ asked the judge. ‘W h o were they going to burn
in the m iddle o f the tow n o f Bom bay?’
‘B om bay?’ cried Passepartout.
‘Yes, o f course. We know nothing about the temple o f Pillaji;
w e are talking about the temple o f M alabar Hill, in Bombay.’
‘And in proof,’ added the official, ‘here are the shoes.’ And he
held up the shoes.
‘M y shoes!’ cried Passepartout.
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happened at the temple in Bombay, but it was this that was the
cause o f their being brought in front o f the judge in Calcutta.
Fix had realized im m ediately how he could make use o f the
business o f the shoes. Fie had been to the Bom bay temple and
had advised the priests to make a com plaint to the governm ent.
If they did this, the man w ho had gone into the temple w ith his
shoes on, and then knocked dow n the priests, w ould be forced to
pay them a large sum o f money. The priests had agreed, and had
com e w ith Fix to Calcutta by the next train.
Because o f the time that Fogg and his com panions had spent
saving the young girl, Fix and the priests had reached Calcutta
first. Fix had sent a telegram from Bom bay to the Calcutta police,
telling them to stop M r Fogg and Passepartout w hen they got o ff
the train, so he was very disappointed w hen he learned that
nothing had been seen o f them. Fie then thought that they had
got o ff at one o f the stations and were m aking their way towards
the south o f India.
For tw enty-four hours, suffering from terrible anxiety, he had
been w atching at the station. That m orning his patience had been
rewarded w hen he saw the two m en get o ff the train. He
imm ediately ordered a policem an to stop them and to bring
them to court. But w ho the wom an was, and how she had com e
to jo in them, was m ore than he could understand.
I f Passepartout had been paying less attention to his ow n
business, he w ould have seen M r Fix, sitting in a corner and
listening w ith the greatest interest to everything that was said. For
at Calcutta, as at Bom bay and Suez, the warrant for M r Fogg’s
arrest had not yet reached him.
The judge noted that Passepartout had said that the shoes were
his.
‘You agree, then,’ said the judge, ‘that w hat has been said is
true. You were inside the temple and you had not taken o ff your
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 ‘Yes,’ said Passepartout.
‘A ccording to English law,’ the ju d ge w ent o n ,‘the ideas o f the
Indians in such matters must be respected. It has been proved that
you behaved in a disrespectful and disorderly way in the temple
on M alabar Hill, Bombay, on 20th O ctober. For this you w ill be
kept in prison for fourteen days, and you must pay three hundred
pounds.’
‘Three hundred pounds?’ cried Passepartout.
‘And,’ added the ju dge, ‘although it has not been proved that
Phileas Fogg had anything to do w ith the matter, he is the master
o f this man, and so must suffer fo r the fault o f his servant. You w ill
be kept in prison fo r seven days and pay a fine o f a hundred and
fifty pounds.’
Fix, in his corner, was very happy. The w arrant w ould certainly
com e before the seven days had passed.
Passepartout was in a terrible state, as may be im agined. His
master’s plans had failed; the bet w ould be lost, and so w ould M r
Fogg’s w hole fortune. And all because, like a fool, he had gone
into that temple.
M r Fogg showed no sign o f disappointm ent. H e said, calmly, ‘I
offer bail.’
‘You have the right to do so,’ agreed the judge.
This did not suit M r Fix at all, but he felt no anxiety w hen he
heard the ju d ge say, ‘As Phileas Fogg and his servant are strangers,
the am ount o f bail w ill be one thousand pounds for each o f
them.’
‘I w ill pay it,’ said M r Fogg. And out o f the bag that
Passepartout was carrying he to o k a packet o f bank notes and put
it on the table in front o f the court official!
‘This m oney w ill be given back to you w hen you have served
your time in prison,’ said the judge. ‘For now, you are out on
bail.’
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 ‘But at least they must give me back my sh oes!’ cried
Passepartout, in an angry voice.
They gave him his shoes.
‘They have cost a lot o f money,’ he said. ‘M ore than a thousand
pounds each! And they do not fit very w ell, either.’
Passepartout, in a very unhappy state o f mind, follow ed M r
Fogg, w ho had offered his arm to Aouda. Fix still hoped that the
robber (as he thought M r Fogg to be) w ould never agree to lose
the tw o thousand pounds, and that he w ould go to prison for
seven days. All the same, he follow ed him closely.
M r Fogg took a carriage, and Aouda, Passepartout and he took
their places in it. Fix ran behind it until they reached the port,
w here the carriage stopped. H alf a mile out to sea was the
steamer Rangoon. It was eleven o ’clock, and M r Fogg was one
hour early.
Fix saw him get dow n from the carriage and, w ith his
companions, take his place in a boat w hich set o f f im m ediately in
the direction o f the Rangoon. The detective stamped his feet w ith
disappointment.
‘He has g o n e!’ he c rie d .‘And two thousand pounds have gone
too! The thief! I w ill follow him to the end o f the world, but at
the rate he is spending the money, there w ill be nothing left o f
w hat he has stolen!’
The detective had some reason for thinking this. M r Fogg had,
as a m atter o f fact, spent m ore than five thousand pounds since he
had left London — and as the m oney grew less, so also did any
reward that the detective could hope fo r w hen this affair was
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 Chapter 7 Calcutta to H ong Kong

The Rangoon was a fine iron steamship, as fast as the Mongolia but
not as com fortable. It was, though, only 3,500 miles from
Calcutta to H ong Kong — w hich m eant only eleven or twelve
days at sea.
Aouda came to know Phileas Fogg much better, and told him
how grateful she was to him for having saved her and for taking
so m uch care o f her. She told M r Fogg the story o f her life, and
spoke about her uncles, w ho w ere rich traders, one in Bombay,
and the other — w h om she was going to jo in — in H ong Kong.
M r Fogg listened to her in w hat seem ed to be a very cold and
distant way, and showed no sign o f any friendly feelings towards
her. He treated her, o f course, w ith the greatest politeness, but it
was the politeness o f a machine. He made sure that she had
everything she needed for her com fort and cam e regularly to see
her. If he did not talk much, he at least listened to her. Aouda
found it difficult to understand his behaviour, but Passepartout
explained to her som ething o f his m aster’s ways and habits. He
told her, too, the reason fo r his jo u rn ey round the world.
The w eather was fine and the sea was calm, and the steamer
made its way across the Bay o f Bengal in the direction o f
Singapore.
The day before the Rangoon reached Singapore, Passepartout
suddenly found him self face to face w ith M r Fix.
‘M r Fix! W hat are you doing here? I thought you were in
Bombay. Are you travelling round the w orld, to o ?’
‘O h, n o !’ answered Fix. ‘I expect to stop at H ong Kong — at
least for a few days.’
‘But how is it that I haven’t seen you on board betw een
Calcutta and here?’
‘O h, I haven’t been feeling very w ell and so stayed in my cabin.
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 ‘H e is quite w ell, thank you, and not a day late in his journey.
Ah, M r Fix; here is som ething you don ’t know. We have a young
lady w ith us.’
‘A young lady?’ said Fix, w ho looked as i f he had no idea w hat
Passepartout meant.
Passepartout then told him the story. He told him about the
adventure in Bombay, buying the elephant at the price o f two
thousand pounds, saving Aouda in the forest, and how they had
been stopped at Calcutta.
Fix, w ho certainly knew the last part o f the story, acted as i f he
knew nothing at all.
‘But,’ asked Fix, ‘does your master m ean to take this lady to
Europe w ith him ?’
‘N o, M r Fix, no. We are simply going to leave her in the care
o f her uncle, a rich trader in H ong Kong.’
Fix was disappointed. He had thought that this business o f the
saving o f A ouda w ould give him the chance to make fresh trouble
for M r Fogg at H ong Kong.
‘M ay I offer you som ething to drink, M r Passepartout?’
‘Thank you; you may,’ answered the Frenchman.
A fter this reunion, the detective and Passepartout m et
frequently. Fix did not try to get any m ore inform ation out o f his
com panion and only caught sight o f M r Fogg once or tw ice as
he sat in the cabin talking to A ouda or playing cards.
Passepartout began to w onder very seriously about the strange
chance that kept Fix w ith them. And it really was surprising. H e r e '
was this very kind gentleman, w hom he m et first at Suez, sailing
on the Mongolia, getting o ff at Bom bay w here he was supposed to
stay, then appearing on the Rangoon on his way to H ong Kong.
In fact, here he was follow ing M r Fogg step by step. It was w orth
thinking about. It was m ost strange. Passepartout felt certain that
Fix w ould leave H ong Kong at the same time as M r Fogg, and
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 If Passepartout had thought about the m atter fo r a hundred
years, he w ould never have guessed the real reason w hy his master
was being follow ed. H e w ould never have im agined that M r Fogg
was being chased round the w orld because he was believed to be
a robber. But it is hum an nature to find an explanation for
everything, and Passepartout found an explanation that seem ed
very reasonable. Fix, he felt sure, had been sent by the members
o f the R efo rm Club to see that the jo u rn ey was carried out fairly
and according to the agreem ent.
‘It must be that!’ he said to himself, proud at his cleverness.‘He
has been sent secretly to make sure that my master is not
cheating. That is not right. Ah! G entlem en o f the R efo rm Club,
you w ill be sorry for this!’
Pleased w ith his discovery, Passepartout made up his mind, all
the same, to say nothing to his master about it, fearing that M r
Fogg’s feelings w ould be hurt by this distrust o f his honesty. But
he prom ised him self that he w ould play som e tricks on M r Fix.

O n W ednesday afternoon, 30th O ctober, the Rangoon passed

through the narrow stretch o f w ater w hich separates the island o f
Sumatra from the country o f the Malays. Beautiful little islands,
w ith their steep m ountain sides, hid the view o f Sumatra from the
passengers.
A t four o ’clock the next m orning the Rangoon, having arrived
h alf a day earlier than usual, stopped at Singapore to take on m ore
coal. Phileas Fogg marked this gain in his notebook and w ent on
shore w ith A ouda, w ho w ished to go for a short walk. Fix,
distrusting every action o f Fogg’s, follow ed him secretly.
Passepartout was amused to see him doing this, and w ent on
shore to buy som e fresh food.
The island o f Singapore is neither large nor particularly
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though, unattractive. After a pleasant drive o f tw o hours am ong
the w oods and hills, Aouda and her com panion returned to the
town, and at ten o ’clock w ent back on board the boat —follow ed
by the detective, w ho had, o f course, never lost sight o f them.
Passepartout was w aiting for them on the Rangoon. He had been
buying quantities o f the fruits o f the country, and offered some
to Aouda, w ho was very grateful for them.
At eleven o ’clock the Rangoon, having taken on m ore coal,
steamed out o f the port, and a few hours later the passengers
could see no m ore o f the high mountains and forests o f Malacca.
Thirteen hundred miles separate Singapore from H ong Kong,
a small British island lying o ff the coast o f China. Phileas Fogg
expected to spend no more than six days in getting there, so that
he could take the boat that left H ong Kong on 6th N ovem ber for
Yokohama, one o f the ch ief towns o f Japan.
The weather, w hich had been fairly g ood up to then, changed
w hen the m oon entered its last quarter, and the sea becam e
rough. At times there was a strong wind —and fortunately it blew
from the south-east, the right direction for the ship. The captain
often raised the sails, and w ith these and the steam the ship went
forward at great speed past the coasts o f Annam and C ochin
China.
The ship still did not go fast enough to please Passepartout,
since special care had to be taken in bad weather, w hich slowed
them down. He felt angry w ith the captain, the engineer and the
shipping company. M r Fogg, on the other hand, showed no
im patience or anxiety at all.
‘You seem to be in a great hurry to get to H ong Kong,’ said
M r Fix to Passepartout one day.
‘Yes, in a great hurry,’ answered Passepartout.
‘You think that M r Fogg is anxious to catch the boat to
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 ‘Then you believe in this jou rn ey round the w orld?’
‘I do. D on’t you, M r F ix?’
‘N o, I don ’t!’
‘You old devil!’ answered Passepartout.
This answer made the detective w onder w hat he meant. He
felt rather w orried w ithout quite know ing why. Had the
Frenchman guessed w ho he was? He hardly knew what to think.
Passepartout could not have guessed his secret, but w hat he said
certainly meant something.
A nother day Passepartout went even further. H e could not
help saying: ‘W hen w e get to H ong Kong, M r Fix, I w onder
w hether we shall have the m isfortune to leave you th ere?’
‘Well,’ answered Fix, not quite know ing w hat to say, ‘I hardly
know ; perhaps
‘A h !’ said Passepartout. ‘If you com e w ith us, I shall be very
pleased. C om e now! As you are a servant o f the shipping
company, you can hardly leave us during the journey, can you?
First you were only going as far as Bombay, and now you will
soon be in China! A m erica isn’t far, and from A m erica to Europe
is only a step!’
Fix looked carefully at Passepartout, on w hose face there was
a most pleasant smile, and decided to treat w hat he said as a joke.
But Passepartout could not stop, and w ent on: ‘Do you get much
m oney for your sort o f w o rk ?’
‘Yes and no,’ answered Fix. ‘There are g o o d times and bad. But
o f course I travel free.’
‘O h, I’m sure you do,’ cried Passepartout w ith a laugh.
A fter this talk Fix w ent back to his cabin and began to think.
Passepartout had certainly guessed w ho he was. In som e way or
other Passepartout had com e to know that he was a detective. But
had he told his m aster? W hat was Passepartout’s part in this
business? Was he him self one o f the bank robbers? Did
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Fix, had lost the game.
Fix spent several hours w orrying, sometimes believing that all
was lost and sometimes hoping that Fogg knew nothing o f the
real state o f things. He could not make up his m ind how to act
for the best.
In the end he decided he w ould speak openly to Passepartout
i f he could not manage to arrest Fogg at H ong Kong, and i f Fogg
was not going to stay on that island. He, Fix, w ould then tell
Passepartout everything. Either the servant was one o f the
robbers or he was not. I f he was, then Fix could not succeed; i f
he was not, then it w ould be in Passepartout’s interest to help Fix
to arrest Fogg.
That is how matters stood betw een those two m en, but what
about Fogg and A ouda? Passepartout could not m ake it out. She
was clearly very grateful towards the Englishman, but w hat were
Fogg’s feelings towards her? He was certainly ready at all times to
protect her, but he was equally certainly not in love w ith her. And
Fogg did not seem to w orry at all about his chances o f w inning
or losing the bet; the one w ho w orried continually was
Passepartout.
O ne day he was w atching the pow erful engines.
‘There isn’t enough steam,’ he cried. ‘We are not m oving!
These Englishmen are afraid o f using steam. Ah, i f this w ere an
Am erican ship, the engines w ould perhaps blow up, but we
w ould move faster!’

D uring the last days o f this jo u rn ey the w eather was terrible. The
w ind blew harder and harder from the north-w est — w hich was
the w rong direction. The ship rolled in the rough sea, and the
passengers w ere very uncom fortable.
O n 3rd and 4th N ovem ber the sea was rougher still, and
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be at least twenty hours late. Then it w ould be too late to catch
the steam er to Yokohama. But Phileas Fogg did not seem to be at
all w orried.
Fix was very pleased. I f the Rangoon reached H ong Kong after
the Yokoham a steamer had left, Fogg w ould have to stay on the
island for a few days. So he w elcom ed the grey sky and the winds.
He was rather seasick, it is true, but that did not matter.
But the im patience o f Passepartout can easily be im agined. It
was impossible for him to stay below. He clim bed up the masts
and helped w ith the sails. He jum ped from rope to rope and
amused the sailors by his acrobatic tricks. He questioned the
captain, the officers and the sailors, w ho could not help laughing
at his anxiety. He w anted to know exactly how long the bad
w eather w ould last.
Finally the w ind died dow n and blew from the right direction.
D uring the day o f 5th N ovem ber the sea grew calmer.
Passepartout grew calm er too, as the ship increased its speed.
But it was impossible to make up for the lost time. There was
nothing to be done, and land was not seen until the 6th, at five
o ’clock in the m orning. Phileas Fogg had expected to reach
H ong Kong on the 5th. He was tw enty-four hours late. He
w ould certainly not be able to catch the steamer for Yokohama.
A t six o ’clock the pilot cam e on board the Rangoon to help
guide the ship into port. Passepartout was m ost anxious to go and
ask him w hether the Yokohama steam er had left. But he dared not
do so, preferring to hold onto his hopes until the last m om ent.
He had spoken about his fears to Fix, w h o had tried to com fort
him.
‘There is nothing to w orry about,’ he said .‘If your master does
not catch the boat for Yokohama, he only has to take the next
one.’
This answer had made Passepartout angry.
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He asked w hen the next boat w ould leave H ong Kong for
Yokohama.
‘Tom orrow m orning,’ answered the pilot.
‘Ah,’ said M r Fogg, w ithout showing any surprise.
Passepartout heard these words, and w anted to throw his arms
lovingly round the pilot’s neck. Fix heard the answer, too, but he
w ould have preferred to break the p ilot’s neck.
‘W hat is the name o f the steam er?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘The Carnatic,’ answered the pilot.
‘But wasn’t the Carnatic to leave yesterday?’
‘Yes, sir, but one o f its boilers had to be repaired, and so the
boat w ill not sail until tom orrow.’
‘Thank you,’ answered M r Fogg, and w ent dow n below.
Passepartout to o k the pilot’s hand and shook it w ith violence,
saying, ‘You are a lovely m an!’
The pilot probably never knew w hy Passepartout was so
pleased w ith him; he w ent calmly on w ith his duties.
At one o ’clock the Rangoon tied up, and the passengers landed.
It must be said that Phileas Fogg had been extrem ely fortunate.
W ithout the necessary repair to its boiler, the Carnatic w ould have
left H ong Kong the day before, and passengers for Japan w ould
have had to w ait a w eek for the next ship. M r Fogg was twenty-
four hours late, but this w ould not be a very serious matter. The
steam er from Yokohama to San Francisco w ould have to w ait for
the Carnatic since it connected w ith the H ong Kong boat, but no
doubt it w ould be easy to make up for the tw enty-four hours
during the crossing o f the Pacific.

Chapter 8 Passepartout Drinks Too Much

The Carnatic was expected to leave the next m orning at five

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w hich time he could do his business — that is to say, take Aouda
to her uncle and leave her there.
M r Fogg, the lady, and Passepartout landed and to o k rooms at
the Club H otel. Leaving A ouda in her room , Fogg w ent to find
the Indian uncle in w hose care he w ould leave her. A t the same
time he ordered Passepartout to stay at the hotel so that the lady
w ould not be alone.
M r Fogg paid a visit to one o f the ch ief business houses o f the
tow n, w here he was certain that the H onourable M r Jejeeh,
A ou da’s uncle, w ould be know n. But here he received the
inform ation that this rich Indian trader had given up his business
tw o years before. He had made his fortune and had gone to live
in Europe — in H olland, it was thought.
Phileas Fogg returned to the Club H otel. H e asked to see
Aouda, and told her that her uncle was no longer in H ong Kong
and that he had probably gone to live in H olland.
A ouda did not answer immediately. She thought for a few
m om ents and then asked: ‘W hat shall I do, M r Fogg?’
‘It is quite simple. C om e to Europe.’
‘But I can’t give you so much trouble.’
‘It is no trouble at all. Passepartout!’
‘Yes, sir,’ answered his servant.
‘G o to the Carnatic and ask for three cabins.’
Passepartout w ent o ff to do so, very pleased to think that they
w ould not lose the com pany o f the young Indian lady.
A t the p ort he saw Fix w alking up and dow n near the Carnatic
w ith a lo o k o f disappointm ent on his face.
‘G o o d !’ thought Passepartout to him self.‘Things are not going
well for the gentlem en o f the R efo rm Club.’
There was g ood reason for Fix to be disappointed; the warrant
for the arrest o f M r Fogg had not reached H ong Kong. It was
certainly on its way, but it w ould com e too late. From H ong
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and so could not be arrested. I f Fix could not keep him in H ong
Kong for a few days, he w ould escape.
Passepartout w ent up to Fix w ith a pleasant smile.
‘Well, M r Fix, have you decided to com e w ith us as far as
A m erica?’
‘Yes,’ answered Fix betw een his teeth.
Passepartout burst out laughing.
‘I knew it!’ he c rie d .‘I was certain that you could not bear to
separate yourself from us. C om e and b o o k a cabin.’
They w ent into the office o f the shipping com pany and
booked cabins for four people.T he man at the office pointed out
that as the repairs to the Carnatic had already been finished, the
ship w ould leave that evening at eight o ’clock, and not the next
m orning, as had been arranged.
‘That w ill suit my master. I w ill go and w arn him,’ said
Passepartout.
At that m om ent Fix came to a decision. He w ould tell
Passepartout everything. It was the only way to keep Phileas Fogg
in H ong Kong.
O n leaving the office, Fix said: ‘You have plenty o f time. Let’s
go and have som ething to drink.’
‘Very well,’ answered Passepartout, ‘but w e mustn’t stay long.’
They w ent into a large hall that seem ed to be a sort o f bar. At
one end o f the room there was a big bed on w hich several people
were lying asleep. A nother thirty or m ore people w ere sitting at
tables and drinking.
Fix and Passepartout sat down, and Fix ordered two bottles o f
wine. The Frenchman, finding it to his taste, drank a glass — then
two glasses, three, and more. Fix drank little, and w atched his
com panion closely. They discussed a range o f subjects, particularly
Fix’s good idea o f jo in in g them on the Carnatic. Talking o f this
steamer made Passepartout rem em ber that he must go and tell his
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 ‘Wait a m om ent,’ said Fix.
‘Well, w hat is it, M r Fix?’
‘I w ish to talk to you about a serious matter.’
‘A serious m atter!’ cried Passepartout, drinking the last o f the
w ine. ‘Well, w e w ill talk about it tom orrow. I haven’t time today.’
‘Wait,’ said F ix .‘It’s about your master.’
Passepartout look ed at Fix and, seeing the strange lo ok on his
face, sat dow n again.
‘W hat have you got to tell m e?’ asked Passepartout.
Fix laid his hand on his com panion’s arm and, low ering his
voice, said: ‘You have guessed w ho I am ?’
‘O f course I have!’ answered Passepartout, smiling.
‘Then I w ill tell you everything—’
‘N ow that I know everything! Very good! G o on. But let me
first tell you that these gentlem en are spending their m oney
needlessly.’
‘N eedlessly!’ said Fix. ‘It is easy to see that you do not know
how m uch m oney—’
‘Yes, I do. Twenty thousand pounds.’
‘N o, fifty-five thousand pounds,’ answered Fix.
‘W h at!’ cried Passepartout. ‘Well, that is all the m ore reason
w hy I should not lose a m om ent,’ he added, as he got up again.
‘Yes, fifty-five thousand pou n d s!’ answered Fix, forcing
Passepartout to sit dow n by ordering another bottle — this time,
though, o f a drink much stronger than wine.
‘And i f I succeed, I shall get a reward o f tw o thousand pounds.
And listen to me: i f you help me, I w ill give you h alf o f that. W ill
you accept a thousand pounds for helping m e?’
‘H elping y o u ?’ cried Passepartout w ith his eyes very w ide
open.
‘Yes, for helping me to keep M r Fogg in H ong Kong for a few
days.’
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enough to have my master follow ed, to have doubts about him?
And now these gentlem en want to put difficulties in his way! I
am ashamed o f them !’
‘W hat do you m ean? W hat are you talking ab ou t?’ asked Fix,
w ho understood nothing o f w hat Passepartout was saying.
‘I m ean this, that it is dishonesty, pure dishonesty! You m ight as
well take m oney out o f M r Fogg’s p o ck et!’
‘That’s ju st w hat we are hoping to d o !’ answered Fix.
‘But it’s a trick !’ cried Passepartout, w ho had been drinking
glass after glass from the new bottle, not noticing in his
excitem ent w hat he was doing. ‘An evil trick! “ G entlem en” they
call them selves!’
Fix understood less and less.
‘C olleagues!’ cried Passepartout. ‘M em bers o f the R eform
Club! Let me tell you, M r Fix, that my master is an honest man,
and that w hen he bets he expects to w in his bet honestly.’
‘But w ho do you think I am ?’ asked Fix.
‘Y ou?’ answered Passepartout. ‘Why, you are a man sent by the
members o f the R eform Club, to keep watch over my master —
a piece o f w ork o f w hich they ought to be ashamed! O h, for
some time past I have know n w ho you are, and I have taken good
care not to say anything to my master about it!’
‘Fie know s noth in g?’ asked Fix, com ing out o f his confusion.
‘N othing,’ answered Passepartout, emptying his glass again.
The detective began to think hard. He said nothing for a few ,
m oments. W hat should he do? Passepartout’s mistake made the
detective’s plan m ore difficult. It was clear that Passepartout was
perfectly honest and open; that he had had nothing to do w ith the
robbery.
‘Well,’ he thought, ‘as he has had nothing to do w ith the
robbery, he w ill help me.’
The detective made up his m ind for the second time. Besides,
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 ‘Listen,’ said Fix. ‘Listen to me carefully. I am not w hat you
think; I have not been sent by the members o f the R eform Club.’
‘I don ’t believe y o u !’ said Passepartout.
‘I am a detective sent by the London police.’
‘You! A London detective!’
‘Yes, and I can prove it. L ook at my papers.’
He took out his papers and showed them to his com panion.
The papers were signed by the ch ief o f police. Passepartout
look ed at them and then at Fix, too surprised to say a word.
‘This bet,’ said Fix, ‘is only a trick. By betting that he could go
round the w orld in eighty days, he made you and the members
o f the R eform Club help him to escape from the police.’
‘W hy should he want to escape from the police? W hat has he
d on e?’
‘Listen,’ said Fix. ‘O n 28th September, fifty-five thousand
pounds w ere stolen from the Bank o f England. We have a
description o f the man w ho stole the money. H ere is the
description. It is exactly that o f your master.’
‘Impossible,’ cried Passepartout, striking the table. ‘M y master
is the m ost honest man in the w orld !’
‘H ow do you know that?’ said Fix. ‘You d o n ’t even know him.
You becam e his servant on the day he left England, and he left in
a great hurry, and w ithout any luggage. The only reason he gave
for leaving was this foolish bet. And he to o k w ith him a very large
sum o f money. D o you mean to tell me that he is an honest m an?’
‘Yes, yes, I do,’ answered the p o o r man.
‘As you helped him to escape, you w ill be arrested too.’
Passepartout was holding his head betw een his hands. His face
was quite changed. H e dared not lo o k at the detective. W hat?
Phileas Fogg a th ie f? He, the good man w ho had so bravely saved
A ouda? But in everything else he had acted exactly as a th ief
w ould act, and appearances were against him. Passepartout tried
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master was guilty. But he had drunk so much that it was difficult
for him to think clearly.
‘Well, w hat do you w ant me to d o ?’ he asked the detective at
last.
‘Listen,’ answered Fix. ‘I have follow ed M r Fogg as far as here,
but I have not yet received the w arrant for his arrest. So you must
help me to prevent him from leaving H ong Kong.’
‘Help you to keep him here?’
‘Yes, and I w ill share w ith you the tw o thousand pounds
prom ised by the Bank o f England.’
‘N ever!’ cried Passepartout, trying to stand up. But he fell back
in his chair, feeling both his strength and his reason leaving him.
‘M r Fix,’ he said, m aking every effort to speak. ‘Even . . . even
i f w hat you tell me is true . . . even i f he is the t h i e f .. . the th ief
you are lookin g f o r . . . and I don’t think he is a th ie f. . . I am in
his se r v ic e . . . I have never seen him to be anything but a g ood
and brave man . . . W hat? Help you to catch him? . . . N e v e r!. . . N ot
for all the gold in the w o rld . . . I am not the sort o f man to do
that sort o f thing!’
‘You refuse?’
‘I refuse.’
‘All right. Forget that I have said anything to you,’ said Fix.
‘D rink this; it w ill do you good.’
Saying this the detective poured a full glass out o f the bottle
and made the Frenchman drink it.
This was all that was needed to finish Passepartout completely.
He fell heavily from his chair and lay on the ground w ithout
moving.
‘G ood,’ thought Fix. ‘M r Fogg w ill not be w arned o f the
changed hour o f the sailing o f the Carnatic, and i f he does leave,
he w ill at least leave w ithout the com pany o f this Frenchm an!’
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 Chapter 9 Mr Fogg Misses the B oat

W hile all this was happening, M r Fogg and Aouda were out for a
walk. Since A ouda had accepted his offer to take her to Europe,
he had been thinking o f w hat w ould be needed for her journey.
An Englishman such as he m ight go round the w orld w ith no
luggage except a small bag, but a lady could not be expected to
do the same. So it was necessary to buy clothes for her, and all
sorts o f other things needed for travelling. M r Fogg arranged
everything w ith his usual calmness, and w hen the young wom an
said he was being too kind to her, he replied: ‘All this is a part o f
my plan. Please say no m ore.’
Flaving bought everything they needed, M r Fogg and the
young w om an w ent back to the hotel, w here they w ere served
w ith an excellent dinner. Then A ouda, w ho was rather tired, went
to her room .
M r Fogg spent the w hole evening reading the newspapers. If
he were a man w ho was ever surprised at anything, he w ould
have been surprised at Passepartout’s failure to return. But
know ing that the Carnatic w ould not leave Flong Kong until the
next m orning, he did not w orry about his missing servant. The
next m orning, though, Passepartout did not answer the bell w hen
he rang for him.
N ob od y know s w hat M r Fogg thought w hen he was told that
his servant had not com e back. But he picked up his bag, called
Aouda, and ordered a carriage to take them to the port. It was
then four o ’clock, and the Carnatic was going to leave at five.
W hen the carriage came to the door o f the hotel, M r Fogg
and A ouda to o k their seats in it. Flalf an hour later they reached
the port, and at that point M r Fogg was inform ed that the
Carnatic had left the night before.
M r Fogg had expected to find both the boat and his servant,
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disappointm ent showed on his face, and w hen Aouda looked
anxiously at him he simply remarked: ‘It’s nothing. It doesn’t
matter.’
At that m om ent som ebody w ho had been watching him came
up to M r Fogg. It was Fix, w ho said good m orning and then
asked:
‘Were you not one o f the passengers on the Rangoon that came
in yesterday?’
‘Yes, sir,’ answered M r Fogg coldly, ‘but I have not the honour
o f know ing you.’
‘Excuse me, but I expected to find your servant here.’
‘D o you know w here he is?’ asked the lady.
‘W h at!’ answered Fix. ‘Isn’t he w ith y o u ?’
‘N o,’ answered Aouda. We have not seen him since yesterday.
Has he perhaps sailed on the Carnatic? ’
‘W ithout you? That is hardly possible,’ answered the detective.
‘But excuse my question, w ere you expecting to leave by the
Carnatic? ’
‘Yes.’
‘I, too, was hoping to leave by it, and I am very disappointed.
The Carnatic, having com pleted its repairs, left H ong Kong nine
hours earlier than expected w ithout warning anybody, and now
w e must w ait a w eek for the next steamer.’
As he said the words ‘a w eek ’, Fix felt that he w ould burst with
joy. Fogg staying a w eek in H ong Kong. There w ould be time to
receive the warrant. Fortune was at last smiling on the officer o’?
the law.
He did n ot feel so happy w hen he heard Phileas Fogg’s next
words.
‘But there must be other ships in the port o f H ong Kong.’
M r Fogg, offering his arm to A ouda, w ent o ff to find a ship
that m ight be leaving. Fix follow ed them. But fo r once fortune
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a ship to take them to Yokohama, but he found none. Fix began
to hope again.
M r Fogg did not give up hope. He was about to continue his
search, even as far as M acao i f necessary, w hen a sailor came up
to him.
‘Are you look in g for a boat, sir?’ he asked.
‘You have a boat ready to sail?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Is it a fast b o at?’
‘Betw een eight and nine miles an hour. W ould you like to see
it?’
‘Yes.’
‘You shall. D o you want to go for a sail?’
‘I want to go to Yokohama.’
The sailor opened his eyes and m outh w ide.
‘You are jo k in g , sir.’
‘N o. I have missed the Carnatic, and I must be in Yokohama by
the 14th at the latest so that I can catch the steam er for San
Francisco.’
‘I’m sorry,’ said the sailor, ‘but it’s impossible.’
‘I’ll offer you a hundred pounds a day, and tw o hundred
pounds m ore i f I get there in time.’
‘D o you m ean it?’
‘I m ean it.’
The sailor w alked o f f for a few m oments to think. H e looked
at the sea, his feelings torn betw een the w ish to earn such a large
sum o f m oney and the fear o f going so far in a small boat. Fix
waited in a state o f the greatest anxiety.
D uring this time M r Fogg had turned towards Aouda.
‘You w ill not be afraid?’ he asked.
‘W ith you, no, M r Fogg,’ she answered.
The sailor came up to them again.
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 ‘Well, sir, I cannot put my life into danger, nor those o f my
men, nor yours, on such a lon g jo u rn ey in a small boat and at this
time o f the year. Besides, w e shall not get there in time, since it is
1,650 miles from H ong Kong to Yokohama.’
‘ 1,600,’ said M r Fogg.
‘It’s the same thing.’
Fix breathed again.
‘But there may be another w ay out o f the difficulty.’
‘And w hat is that?’ asked Phileas Fogg.
‘By going to Nagasaki, in the extrem e south o f Japan, a
distance o f 1,10 0 miles, or to Shanghai, w hich is 800 miles from
H ong Kong. By going to Shanghai we w ould stay close to the
coast o f China, w hich w ould be safer; and besides, the winds blow
in that direction this time o f the year.’
‘Captain,’ answered Phileas Fogg, ‘I am supposed to take the
Am erican steam er at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or at
Nagasaki.’
‘But w h y?’ answered the captain. ‘The San Francisco steamer
does not start from Yokohama. It stops there and at N agasaki, but
it really starts its jo u rn ey at Shanghai.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Q uite sure.’
‘And w hen does the steam er leave Shanghai?’
‘O n the 11th at seven o ’clock in the evening. So w e have four
days ahead o f us. Four days, that’s ninety-six hours, so that at the
speed o f eight miles an hour, w hich is possible w ith a good win^l
and i f the sea is calm, we can do the 800 miles that separate us
from Shanghai.’
‘And you can leav e. . . ? ’
‘In an hour. I only need enough time to get the fo o d on board
and the sails raised.’
‘Very well. I agree. Are you the master o f the b o at?’
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 ‘Shall I give you som e o f the m oney n o w ?’
‘I f you don ’t mind.’
‘H ere are tw o hundred pounds. Sir,’ added Phileas Fogg,
turning towards Fix, ‘i f you w ould like to jo in u s . . . ’
‘Sir,’ answered Fix, ‘I was going to ask you to take me.’
‘Very well. In h alf an hour w e shall be on board.’
‘But p oor Passepartout,’ said A ouda, w ho was very anxious
about the disappearance o f the servant.
‘I w ill do all I can for him,’ answered Phileas Fogg.
A nd w hile Fix, in a very bad temper, was heading for the boat,
the other two w ent to the police station o f H ong Kong. There
Phileas Fogg gave a description o f Passepartout and left enough
m oney to send him back to Europe. Then, after calling at the
hotel to collect their luggage, they, too, w ent o ff to find the boat.
Three o ’clock struck. The Tankadere was ready to raise its sails.
Besides John Bunsby there w ere four m en on the boat — four
strong and clever sailors w ho knew the China Sea perfectly. John
Bunsby himself, a man o f about forty-five years old, w ith sharp
eyes and an active body, was a person w hom anyone could trust.
Phileas and A ouda w ent on board. Fix was already there. They
all w ent dow n into a small, but clean, cabin.
‘I am sorry not to be able to offer you anything better than
this,’ said M r Fogg to Fix.
The detective felt uncom fortable. He was not happy about
being on the receiving end o f M r Fogg’s kindness.
‘H e’s a very polite thief,’ Fix rem inded himself, ‘but he is a
thief, all the same.’
A t ten minutes past three the sails were raised. M r Fogg and
A ouda w ere standing on the ship’s deck lookin g at the land for
the last time in case Passepartout appeared.
Fix was clearly anxious. The unfortunate Frenchman, w hom
he had treated so badly, m ight still com e, and then there w ould
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did not appear. N o doubt he was still suffering from w hat he had
been given to drink.
Then John Bunsby threw o ff the ropes, and the Tankadere
made its way at great speed towards the north.

Chapter 10 The Storm

A jou rn ey o f 800 miles on a ship o f this sort was not w ithout

danger. The China Seas are generally rough, particularly at this
time o f year. As the captain was being paid by the day, he w ould
certainly have earned m ore m oney by going to Yokohama. But
the jo u rn ey to Shanghai was already dangerous enough.
D uring the last hours o f the day, the Tankadere made its way
through the narrow stretches o f water to the north o f H ong
Kong.
‘I hardly need tell you, Captain,’ said Phileas Fogg, as the boat
reached the open sea, ‘how important it is to go as fast as possible.’
‘Trust me,’ answered John Bunsby. ‘We are carrying as much
sail as the w ind w ill allow us.’
‘It’s your business, Captain, and not mine. I put my trust in
you.’
Phileas Fogg, standing up straight like a sailor, fearlessly
watched the rough waves. The young wom an, seated near him,
was lookin g, too, at the dark green w ater as it rushed by, thinking,
no doubt, o f her future. Above them floated the w hite sail?, and
the ship flew forw ard as a bird flies through the air.
N ight came. The m oon was in its first quarter, and clouds from
the east had already covered a good part o f the sky.
Fix was in the front part o f the ship. He kept away from the
others, know ing that Fogg disliked talking. Besides, he did not
want to talk to the man from w hom he had accepted so much
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Fogg w ould not stop at Yokohama, but w ould im m ediately take
the San Francisco boat for A m erica, w here he w ould be safe.
Fogg’s plan seem ed to be a good one.
Instead o f travelling direcdy from England to A m erica, as m ost
people in his position w ould have done, he preferred to sail round
three-quarters o f the earth to reach A m erica m ore safely. There,
having successfully escaped from the police, he w ould spend the
m oney that he had stolen. But w hat w ould Fix do w hen they
reached A m erica? W ould he give up the chase? N o, a hundred
times no! He w ould follow him until he caught him. It was his
duty, and he w ould do his duty to the end. In any case, one
fortunate thing had happened. Passepartout was no longer with
his master, and after w hat Fix had said to him, it was im portant
that master and servant should m eet no more.
Phileas Fogg, too, was thinking about his servant, w ho had
disappeared in such a strange way. Perhaps he had, after all,
m anaged to sail on the Carnatic. A ouda also thought it possible.
She was very sorry to lose the honest Frenchman to w hom she
ow ed her life. They might, though, find him at Yokohama, and it
should not be difficult to discover w hether the Carnatic had taken
him there or not.
At about ten o ’clock the w ind grew stronger. At midnight
Phileas Fogg and Aouda went dow n to the cabin. Fix was already
there and asleep. The captain and his men stayed on deck all night.
By the next day, 8th Novem ber, the boat had gone m ore than
a hundred miles. Its speed was betw een eight and nine miles an
hour. There was plenty o f w ind in the sails, and at this rate the
boat had every chance o f achieving the distance in g ood time.
The Tankadere kept close to the coast, and the sea was running in
the right direction.
M r Fogg and the young wom an, neither o f w hom suffered
from seasickness, enjoyed a good meal. Fix was asked to jo in
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the situation. For Fogg to pay for his jo u rn ey and his meals
seem ed too much — it was not really quite fair. All the same he
had his meal.
But at the end o f the meal he thought it his duty to take M r
Fogg to one side and, although he did not like addressing a th ief
as ‘sir’, he said: ‘Sir, you have been kind enough to offer me
transport on this boat. I am not rich enough to pay as much as I
w ould like, but let me—’
‘We w ill not speak o f that, sir,’ answered M r Fogg.
‘But, please—’
‘N o, sir,’ said Fogg. ‘I count it as part o f the cost o f my journey.’
Fix did not say another w ord for the rest o f the day.
The ship sailed well. John Bunsby had high hopes. M ore than
once he said to M r Fogg that they w ould get to Shanghai in time.
M r Fogg simply answered that he depended on it. Thinking o f
the rich reward they w ould receive, the sailors w orked hard, and
by that evening they w ere 200 miles from Flong Kong.
Early in the m orning the Tankadere was sailing betw een the
island o f Formosa and the coast o f China. The sea was very rough
and the m ovements o f the ship w ere so violent that the travellers
had some difficulty in standing up. W hen the sun rose, the w ind
blew m ore strongly and the sky was covered w ith black clouds.
The captain looked at the sky. He was feeling anxious.
‘D o you m ind i f I tell you the truth?’ he asked Fogg.
‘Tell me everything,’ answered Fogg.
‘Well, w e are going to have a storm .’
‘Is it com ing from the south or n orth ?’
‘From the south.’
‘That is g ood news, then, since it w ill blow us in the right
direction,’ said M r Fogg.
‘I f that is your opinion on the matter, I have nothing m ore to
say,’ answered the captain.
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time o f the year are severe. All the sails except one were taken
down. All the doors and other openings w ere tied shut so that no
w ater could com e in. They waited.
John Bunsby begged his passengers to go dow n below, but it
w ould not have been pleasant to be shut up in the cabin, w here
there was little air. M r Fogg and Aouda, and even M r Fix, refused
to leave the deck.
A t about eight o ’clock the storm broke. R ain poured down.
Even w ith one sail the ship flew over the water. All that day waves
poured over the sides. W hen evening came the w ind changed
direction and began to blow from the north-w est. The waves
struck the side o f the ship and made it roll terribly. It was
fortunate that the Tankadere was so solidly built.
As night came, the storm grew m ore violent. John Bunsby and
his m en w ere very w orried. The captain w ent up to M r Fogg and
said: ‘I think, sir, that we had better try to find a port.’
‘I think so, too,’ answered Phileas Fogg.
‘But w hich o n e ?’
‘I only know o f one.’
‘And w hich is that?’
‘Shanghai.’
It took the captain a few m om ents to understand w hat this
answer meant. Then he said: ‘Very w ell, sir, you are right. Let us
go to Shanghai.’
A nd so the Tankadere kept on its way to the north, but more
slowly. It was a terrible night. It was a w onder that the ship did
not sink. M ore than once M r Fogg had to rush to protect Aouda
from the waves.
A t last daylight came. The storm was still violent, but the w ind
changed to the south-east. This was better, and the ship flew
forw ard again. Sometimes the coast o f China could be seen, but
there was not a ship in sight. The Tankadere was alone on the sea.
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dow n the w ind blew less violently. The travellers were now able
to take a little fo o d and to rest.
The night was fairly calm, so the captain put up m ore sails and
the ship m oved at a good speed. The next m orning, the m orning
o f the 1 1th, John Bunsby was able to say that they were not m ore
than a hundred miles from Shanghai.
A hundred miles, and there was only this one day in w hich to
sail the distance. I f they w ere to catch the steam er fo r Yokohama,
they must reach Shanghai that same evening. W ithout the storm ,
during w hich they had lost several hours, they w ould now have
been only thirty miles away.
The w ind blew much less strongly, and the sea grew calm er at
the same time. All the sails w ere put up. At midday the Tankadere
was not m ore than forty-five miles from Shanghai, but only six
hours w ere left in w hich to catch the boat. All those on the ship
feared that the time was too short. It was necessary to sail at the
speed o f nine miles an hour, but the w ind was w eakening all the
time. The ship was light and fast though, and the sails picked up
the little w ind there was. So at six o ’clock John Bunsby found
him self about ten miles from the m outh o f the Shanghai R iver —
the tow n itself is twelve miles further up the river.
At seven o ’clock they w ere three miles away. The captain swore
— he was certainly going to lose his reward o f two hundred
pounds. He looked at M r Fogg. M r Fogg was perfectly calm, in
spite o f the fact that his w hole fortune was in danger.
A t that m om ent a long black chim ney came into sight, w ith
black smoke pouring out o f it. It was the Am erican steamer
sailing from Shanghai at its usual time.
‘Signal to them,’ said Phileas Fogg.
A small cannon on deck was used to send signals during bad
weather. John Bunsby filled it w ith gunpowder.
‘Fire!’ said M r Fogg.
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 Chapter 11 Passepartout Has No M oney

The Carnatic left H ong Kong on 7 th Novem ber, at h alf past six
in the evening, and sailed at full steam towards Japan. It carried
many passengers, but there w ere three em pty cabins — those that
should have been used by M r Fogg.
The next m orning the m en on deck saw, w ith som e surprise,
a passenger w ith an unwashed face and hair in com plete disorder
com e out from a second-class cabin onto the deck, and fall into
a chair. It was Passepartout. This is w hat had happened.
A few m om ents after Fix had left the bar, two Chinese m en
saw Passepartout sleeping on the floor. They lifted him up and
laid him on the bed am ong the other sleepers. But three hours
later, rem em bering even in his dreams that there was a duty that
he had left undone, the p o o r man w oke up and fought against his
sleepiness and the poison o f the drink in his blood. H e got up
w ith difficulty and, holding h im self up by keeping close to the
walls, m anaged to find his w ay into the street.
‘The Carnatic, the Carnatic,’ he cried, as i f in a dream.
Som ehow he made his w ay to the port. The steam er was there
and preparing to leave. Passepartout clim bed on board and, at
exactly the m om ent w hen the ship started, fell senseless onto the
deck.
Some o f the sailors, used to seeing this sort o f thing, carried
him dow n to a cabin, and Passepartout slept until the follow ing
m orning, w hen they w ere a 150 miles from H ong Kong.
That is how it was, then, that he found him self on the deck o f
the Carnatic. The fresh air brought him to his senses. H e began to
rem em ber, but w ith som e difficulty, w hat had happened to him:
the drinking hall, w hat Fix had told him, and all the rest.
‘I must have been terribly drunk,’ he thought. ‘W hat w ill M r
Fogg say to m e? Well, I have caught the boat, and that is the main
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 Then he thought about Fix.
‘We shall see no m ore o f him, I hope. A fter w hat he said to me
he w ill not dare follow us on the Carnatic. A detective, he calls
himself, a detective wanting to arrest my master for stealing
m oney from the Bank o f England!’
Passepartout began w ondering w hether he should tell the
story to his master. O ught he to let him know about Fix? W ould
it not be better to w ait until they got to London, and then to tell
him how a detective had follow ed him round the w orld? W hat a
jo k e that w ould be! Yes, that w ould be the best thing to do.
Anyhow, it was w orth considering. The m ost im portant thing
now was to go and jo in his master and beg forgiveness for his
behaviour o f the night before.
So Passepartout got up from his chair.The sea was rather rough
and the boat was rolling heavily. H e walked as w ell as he could,
up and dow n the deck, but saw nobody at all w ho was like M r
Fogg or Aouda.
‘Very well,’ he thought. ‘The lady has probably not got up yet,
and M r Fogg has found som ebody to play cards w ith.’
So he w ent dow n below deck. M r Fogg was not there. H e then
w ent to the office to ask w hich was M r Fogg’s cabin. The man at
the office said that there was nobody o f that name on the boat.
‘But excuse me,’ said Passepartout. ‘H e must be on the boat.’
He then gave the officer a description o f M r Fogg, saying that
there was a young lady w ith him.
‘We have no young ladies on board,’ answered the offiber.
‘Here is a list o f passengers; you can see fo r yourself.’
Passepartout looked at the list. His master’s name was not
there. A sudden idea struck him.
‘Am I on the Carnatic? ’
‘Yes,’ answered the officer.
‘O n the way to Yokoham a?’
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 Passepartout had been afraid fo r a m om ent that he was on the
w rong boat. But i f it was true that he was on the Carnatic, it was
certain that his master was not.
Then he rem em bered everything. H e rem em bered how the
hour o f sailing had been changed, that he was going to w arn his
master and that he had not done so. It was his fault, then, that M r
Fogg and his com panion had not caught the boat!
His fault, yes. But it was still m ore the fault o f the man w ho
had taken him to a bar and had made him drunk in order to keep
his master in H ong Kong. And now M r Fogg had certainly lost
his bet; he had, perhaps been arrested; he m ight even be in prison!
At this thought the Frenchman tore his hair. Ah! I f he ever got
hold o f Fix, how he w ould pay him back for w hat he had done!
W hen the first terrible m om ents o f his discovery had passed,
Passepartout grew calm er and began to exam ine his position. It
was not a happy one. He was on his way to Japan. H e was certain
to get there, but how w ould he get away again? His pockets were
empty; he had no m oney at all. But his cabin and food had been
paid for, so he had five or six days in front o f him during which
time he could make some plans for the future.
It is impossible to describe how much he ate and drank during
this part o f the journey. He ate and drank for his master, for
Aouda and for himself. He ate as i f Japan were a country in w hich
there was no food at all.

O n the m orning o f the 13th, the Carnatic reached Yokohama and

tied up am ong a large num ber o f ships that had com e from nearly
all the countries o f the world.
Passepartout, feeling rather frightened, got o f f the boat in this
strange Land o f the R ising Sun. All that he could do was to be
guided by chance and go w alking about the streets. He first found
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Kong, the streets w ere crowded w ith people o f every nationality
—traders w ho seem ed ready to buy or to sell anything. A m ong all
these people Passepartout felt as lonely as i f he had been thrown
into the middle o f Africa.
There was certainly one thing that he could do —he could go
to the French and British consuls. He very much disliked,
though, the idea o f telling his story and the story o f his master to
these governm ent officials. He w ould go to the consuls only i f
everything else failed.
He then w ent to the Japanese part o f the tow n, w here he saw
the temples and strangely designed houses. The streets here, too,
were crow ded w ith people: priests; officers dressed in silk and
carrying two swords; soldiers w ith their blue and w hite coats,
carrying guns; fishermen; beggars, and large numbers o f children.
Passepartout w alked around am ong these people for some
hours, lookin g at the strange sights, the shops, the eating houses
and the amusement halls. But in the shops he could see neither
meat nor bread; and even i f he had seen any, he had no money.
The next m orning he felt very tired and hungry. H e w ould
certainly have to eat som ething, and the sooner the better. He
could, o f course, have sold his w atch, but he w ould rather die o f
hunger than do that. N o w was the time w hen he could use the
strong, i f not very musical, voice that nature had given him. He
knew a few French and English songs, and he made up his mind
to try them.
But perhaps it was rather early in the day to start singing.^It
might be better to w ait a few hours. The thought then came to
him that he was too w ell dressed for a street singer. H e w ould do
well to change his clothes for others m ore suitable to his position.
Besides, by doing so he m ight make a little m oney w ith w hich to
buy food.
It was som e time before he found a shop w here they bought
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w hat Passepartout was w earing, and soon Passepartout came out
dressed in Japanese clothes — old ones, it is true, but quite
com fortable. W hat pleased him m ost w ere the few pieces o f silver
that he had been given as part o f the arrangement.
The next thing that Passepartout did was to go to a small
eating house, w here he was able to satisfy his hunger.
‘Now,’ he thought, ‘I have no time to lose. I had better make
my stay in this Land o f the R ising Sun as short as possible.’
His idea was to visit any steamers going to A m erica. He could
offer his services as co o k or servant, asking fo r nothing except his
fo o d and transport. I f he could get to San Francisco, he w ould be
all right. The im portant thing was to cross the 4,700 miles o f sea
betw een Japan and the N ew W orld. So he headed fo r the port.
But as he got near, his plan, w hich had seem ed so simple w hen
he m ade it, now seem ed to be m ore and m ore impossible to carry
out. W hy w ould they need a co o k or a servant on an A m erican
boat, and w hat w ould any captain or officer think o f him, dressed
as he was? Then again he had no papers to show, no letters from
people expressing their satisfaction at his service.
W hile he was thinking matters over, he saw in front o f an
amusement hall a large noticeboard:

W illiam Batulcar’s
C om pany o f Japanese Acrobats

Last Perform ances

before leaving for A m erica
o f the
Long Noses!
C om e and see them!

‘A m erica!’ cried Passepartout. ‘J ust w hat I wanted.’

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minutes later M r Batulcar appeared.
‘W hat do you w ant?’ he asked, mistaking Passepartout for a
p oor Japanese man.
‘D o you want a servant?’ asked Passepartout.
‘A servant,’ cried the man. ‘I have two strong and honest
servants w ho have always been w ith me, w ho serve me for
nothing except food. And here they are!’ he added, showing tw o
strong arms.
‘So I can be o f no help to y o u ?’
‘N one.’
‘That’s a pity. It w ould have suited me to go w ith you to
Am erica.’
‘Oh,’ answered M r Batulcar, ‘you are no m ore Japanese than I
am. W hy are you dressed like that?’
‘A man dresses as he can!’
‘That’s true.You are a Frenchman?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then I suppose you can make funny faces.’
‘Well,’ answered Passepartout, w ho did not like this question at
all, ‘we Frenchmen can certainly make funny faces, but they are
no funnier than Am erican faces!’
‘Q uite right. Are you strong?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can you sing?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can you sing w hile you are standing on your hands?’
‘O h, yes,’ answered Passepartout, thinking o f the acrobatic
tricks he had done w hen he was young.
‘Very w ell, then, I w ill take you.’
So Passepartout had found a position w ith this com pany o f
Japanese acrobats. It was not a very pleasant way o f earning his
living, but in a w eek ’s time he w ould be on his way to San
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 A t three o ’clock that afternoon the hall was filled w ith people
w ho had com e to see the acrobats do their tricks. O ne o f the
m ost amusing acts was that o f the com pany o f the Long Noses.
Each o f the acrobats had a piece o f w o o d stuck on the front o f
his face w hich gave the appearance o f an extrem ely long nose.
O ne o f the things they had to do as a group was to form a
pyramid w ith their bodies. But instead o f clim bing on each
other’s shoulders, as is usual, the artists w ere to stand on top o f the
noses. O ne o f the m ost im portant positions was in the middle o f
the bottom row, since this particular nose supported m ost o f the
w eight o f the people above him. The man w ho had always been
in this position had suddenly left the company, so Passepartout
had been chosen to take his place.
He felt rather sad w hen he put on the fine clothes that he was
to w ear —it made him think o f his younger days —and w hen the
long nose was fitted to his face. But, as this nose was goin g to earn
him som ething to eat, he felt happier.
Passepartout came in w ith the first group o f acrobats and they
all stretched themselves out on the ground w ith their noses
pointing to the ceiling. A second group came and stood on the
noses. A third group to o k their positions on the noses o f the
others, then came a fourth, until the pyramid reached the top o f
the hall. The music began to play and great was the adm iration o f
all w ho were w atching. Suddenly, though, the pyramid began to
shake. O ne o f the low er noses disappeared from his key position,
and the w hole pyramid fell.
It was Passepartout’s fault. He ju m p ed dow n from the stage
and fell at the feet o f a gentlem an w ho was w atching, crying: ‘Ah!
M y master! M y m aster!’
‘Y ou?’
‘Yes, I.’
‘Well, in that case, let us go to the steamer.’
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w ent outside, w here they found M r Batulcar shouting angrily. He
w anted to be paid for the breaking o f the pyramid. Phileas Fogg
calm ed him by giving him a number o f bank notes. And at h alf
past six, just as it was about to leave, M r Fogg and A ouda w ent on
board the A m erican steamer, follow ed by Passepartout, w ho still
had his six-foot-lon g nose stuck onto his face!

It is clear now w hat had happened at Shanghai.The signals made

by the Tankadere had been noticed by the Yokoham a steamer. The
captain o f the steamer, hearing the noise o f the cannon and
thinking that help was needed, w ent towards the smaller boat. A
few m om ents later, Phileas Fogg paid John Bunsby the m oney
that had been promised. Then M r Fogg and Aouda and Fix
clim bed on the steamer, w hich made its w ay first to N agasaki and
then to Yokohama.
H aving arrived there that very m orning, 14th Novem ber,
Phileas Fogg im m ediately w ent on board the Carnatic. There he
received the inform ation, to the great jo y o f A ouda — perhaps
even o f himself, though he gave no sign o f it — that Passepartout
had com e by that boat and had reached Yokohama the night
before.
Phileas Fogg, w ho was planning to leave that evening for San
Francisco, began to lo o k for his servant. He visited, but w ithout
success, the French and British consuls. He w alked around 4he
streets o f Yokohama and, having almost lost hope o f finding
Passepartout, wandered almost by chance into M r Batulcar’s hall.
Passepartout, even in his position on the floor, saw him
immediately, and in his excitem ent could not keep his nose from
m oving. The result o f this m ovem ent was the fall o f the pyramid.
All this Passepartout heard from Aouda, w ho told him o f their
jou rn ey from H ong Kong to Yokohama in the com pany o f a M r
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He thought that the m om ent had not yet com e to tell his master
w hat had passed betw een the detective and himself. So, w hen
giving an account o f his ow n adventures, he simply expressed his
sadness at having had too much drink in a bar in H ong Kong.
M r Fogg listened to the story coldly and did not answer, but
he gave his servant enough m oney to get some new clothes.
Passepartout was able to buy clothes on the ship, and an hour later
he look ed very different from the long-nosed acrobat o f
Yokohama.

Chapter 12 Crossing the Pacific Ocean

The boat carrying them from Yokoham a to San Francisco was the
General Grant, w hich belonged to the Am erican Steamship
Company. It was a large steamer, w ell built and able to travel at
great speed. At the rate o f twelve miles an hour it w ould take only
tw enty-one days to cross the Pacific O cean. Phileas Fogg had
every reason to believe that he w ould be in San Francisco on 2nd
D ecem ber, in N ew York on the 11th, and that he w ould reach
London on the 20th, a few hours earlier than the 21st.
There were a g ood num ber o f people on the boat: English,
Am ericans, and others.
D uring the crossing nothing in particular happened. The sea
was calm. M r Fogg was calm, too, and said little, as usual. Aouda
came to have m ore and m ore respect for this m an w ho had done
so much for her. In fact, alm ost unconsciously, her feelings o f
respect w ere changing to feelings o f a different sort.
W hatever her feelings may have been, she was very interested
in this gentlem ans plan, and m ost anxious that nothing m ight
happen to spoil it. She often had talks w ith Passepartout, w ho
soon saw the state o f her feelings towards M r Fogg. H e praised his
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about the journey, saying that the m ost difficult part was already
over. They had left those strange countries o f China and Japan;
and i f they crossed A m erica by train and the Atlantic O cean by
steamer, it w ould be easy to com plete the jo u rn ey round the
w orld in good time.
N ine days after leaving Yokohama, Phileas Fogg had gone
round exactly one h alf o f the world. It is true that out o f the
eighty days he had used up fifty-tw o. But we must rem em ber that
i f M r Fogg had done h alf the jo u rn ey as measured by the sun, he
had really done m ore than two-thirds in distance as measured by
the number o f miles travelled. From London to Aden, A den to
Bombay, Calcutta to Singapore, Singapore to Yokohama — that
was a very indirect journey. I f we could go round the w orld as the
sun does, the distance from London to London w ould be 12,000
miles. But by this indirect jo u rn ey the distance is 26,000 miles, o f
w hich M r Fogg had travelled 17,500. From now on the jou rn ey
would be almost in a straight line. And Fix was no longer there
to stop him.
It happened, too, that on this day, 23th Novem ber, Passepartout
made a discovery that brought him great joy. It w ill be
rem em bered that his w atch kept London time, and that he
refused to put its hands forward. All the clocks in all the countries
he had passed through, he said, were w rong. N ow on this day,
although he had put its hands neither forward nor backward, the
watch showed the same time as the clock on the ship. He w isl^ d
that Fix were there so that he could prove to him that his watch
kept the right time after all.
‘The silly fool was talking to me about the sun and the m oon
and the m ovem ent o f the earth. I f w e listened to people like him,
we w ould have a very funny sort o f time. I was certain that one
day the sun w ould com e to agree w ith my w atch!’
But there was som ething that Passepartout did not know. I f his
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clocks are) he w ould not have been so happy about it. For in that
case, instead o f pointing to nine o ’clock (as it did), it w ould have
been pointing to tw enty-one hours.
But i f Fix had been able to explain this, Passepartout w ould
not have been able to understand the explanation, or to accept it.
In any case, i f the detective had appeared at that m om ent, it is
probable that Passepartout w ould have had som ething to say to
him on quite a different subject.
B ut w here was Fix at that m om ent?
H e was, in fact, on the General Grant.
W hen he reached Yokohama, he left M r Fogg, w hom he
expected to m eet again later in the day, and w ent im m ediately to
the British consul. There he found the warrant. It had been
follow ing him all the way from Bombay, and was already forty
days old. It had been sent on from H ong Kong by the Carnatic,
the steam er on w hich he was believed to be. We may im agine the
disappointm ent o f Fix — the warrant had now becom e useless
because M r Fogg was outside the reach o f the English law.
‘Very w ell!’ Fix said to himself, swallowing his anger. ‘The
w arrant is o f no use here, but it w ill be o f use in England. It looks
as i f this bank robber intends to return hom e after all. Very well,
I w ill follow him there. As for the m oney he stole, I hope there
w ill still be som e left. But w ith the cost o f the journey, the
presents he gives, the elephant he bought, and the rest, my man
must have left m ore than five thousand pounds behind along the
way. It is a g ood thing that the Bank o f England is so rich.’
H aving m ade up his mind, he w ent to the General Grant, and
was there w hen M r Fogg and Aouda came on board. To his great
surprise he also saw Passepartout in his strange clothes and lon g
nose, so he hid in his cabin. There were so many passengers that
he hoped his enemy w ould not see him. But today, towards the
front o f the ship, he suddenly m et him.
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the great jo y o f a group o f Am ericans (who im m ediately began
to bet on the result o f the fight), attacked him, striking him again
and again.
W hen he had hit him a num ber o f times, Passepartout felt
much better and calmer. Fix got up slowly.
‘Have you fin ished?’ he asked coldly.
‘Yes, fo r the m om ent.’
‘T hen com e and have a talk w ith me.’
‘Have a talk w ith you! I—’
‘Yes, i f you care about your master.’
Passepartout was so surprised by the calm way in w hich Fix
spoke that he follow ed him. They both sat down.
‘You have given me a beating. Very well, I expected it. N ow
listen to me. Until now I have been your master’s enemy, but now
I am on his side.’
‘O h, at last, then, you believe him to be an honest man.’
‘N o, I don’t,’ answered Fix coldly, ‘I believe him to be a thief.
Be quiet, and let me speak. So lon g as Fogg was on British soil I
tried to hold him back w hile I was w aiting for the warrant to
arrest him. I did all that I could do to stop him. I sent the priests
from Bom bay to Calcutta; I made you drunk at H ong Kong; I
separated you from him and made him miss the boat to
Yokohama.’
Passepartout listened, ready to fly at Fix again.
‘Now,’ Fix w ent on, ‘M r Fogg seems to be going b&ck to
England. Very well, I w ill follow him. But from now on, I w ill
help him in his jou rn ey as much as I have tried to stop his
jou rn ey in the past. You see that my plan has changed. It has
changed because it is in my interest to change it. I w ill add that
your interest is the same as m ine, since it is only in England that
you will know whether you are serving an honest man or a thief.’
Passepartout listened carefully to w hat Fix was saying, and felt
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 ‘Are w e frien ds?’ asked Fix.
‘N o, not friends,’ answered Passepartout, ‘but we can help each
other. I f you start playing any m ore games w ith me, though, I w ill
certainly break your n eck!’
‘All right,’ agreed the detective calmly.

Chapter 13 A Quarrel in San Francisco

Eleven days later, on 3rd Decem ber, the General Grant reached
San Francisco. M r Fogg was neither a day too late nor a day too
early.
As soon as he got on shore he asked w hat time the first train
left for N ew York. The answer was: ‘A t six o ’clock this evening.’
M r Fogg had, then, a w hole day to spend in San Francisco. Fie
called a carriage and he and his friends drove to the International
Hotel.
A fter a good meal, M r Fogg w ent w ith A ouda to the British
consul to show his passport and have it signed.
W hen they came out, M r Fogg found his servant waiting.
‘As we are going to travel through a w ild part o f the country
w here w e m ight be attacked by Indians or train robbers, w ould it
not be w ise to buy a few revolvers w ith w hich to protect
ourselves?’ asked Passepartout.
M r Fogg answered that he thought that was not at all
necessary, but Passepartout could go and buy some i f he liked.
Phileas Fogg had hardly walked a hundred steps w hen he m et
Fix. The detective seem ed to be m ost surprised at this meeting.
‘W hat a strange thing!’ he said ,‘that we should m eet by chance
like this. To think that we both travelled on the General Grant
w ithout once seeing each other.’
Fix was m ost pleased, he said, to m eet again the gentlem an to
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on business, and it w ould be very pleasant i f they could travel
together.
M r Fogg answered that the honour w ould be his. Fix, w ho did
not wish to lose sight o f the man he was follow ing, asked to be
allowed to jo in him in a walk around the city.
So Aouda, Phileas Fogg and Fix walked through the streets.
B efore long they saw crowds o f excited people. Some were
shouting,‘Long live Kam erfield!’ and o th ers,‘M andiboy for ever!’
‘This seems to be an election,’ said Fix to M r Fogg. ‘Perhaps it
w ould be a g ood idea to keep away from the crowd, or we m ight
get hurt.’ Fix was now very anxious that nothing should happen
to M r Fogg. It was in his interest to take care o f him and protect
him from harm , so that he could arrest him w hen they reached
England.
‘You are right,’ answered Phileas Fogg and he, Aouda and Fix
went and stood at the top o f som e stone steps w here they could
see w hat was going on below.
A t that m om ent the crowd becam e very excited. People
rushed here and there, shouting loudly. Fix was just going to ask
som ebody w hat all this meant, w hen a general fight broke out.
Stones and bottles w ere thrown, and sticks w ere used freely. A
group o f people m oved onto the steps below, shouting loudly.
‘I think we had better leave,’ said Fix.
‘They cannot hurt us; we are English—’ M r Fogg began to say,
but before he could finish, another noisy group cam e up behind
them. They were caught betw een the two groups, w hich becam e
increasingly violent. N o escape was possible. Phileas Fogg and
Fix, in protecting the young lady, were knocked this way and that.
M r Fogg, as calm as ever, tried to defend himself, but a big man
w ith red hair raised his hand over M r Fogg to strike a violent
blow. M r Fogg w ould have suffered serious damage i f Fix had not
received the blow in M r Fogg’s place.
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 ‘Fool o f an Englishm an!’ answered the other.
‘We shall m eet again!’
‘W hen you like.Your nam e?’
‘Phileas Fogg. Your nam e?’
‘Stamp W. Proctor.’
A t that m om ent the crow d m oved on. Fix stood up slowly; his
clothes w ere torn, but he was not seriously hurt.
‘Thank you,’ said M r Fogg to the detective, as soon as they
w ere out o f the crowd.
‘D o not thank me,’ answered Fix, ‘but com e w ith me.’
‘W h ere?’
‘To a shop w here we can buy som e new clothes.’
It was in fact quite necessary to do this; as a result o f the fight,
the clothes o f both m en had been torn to pieces. An hour later,
w earing new hats and coats, they returned to the hotel.
Passepartout was w aiting for his master. H e was holding the
revolvers that he had been buying. He look ed anxious w hen he
saw Fix w ith his master, but w hen Aouda explained to him what
had happened, he becam e m ore cheerful. It was clear that Fix was
keeping his promise and was no longer an enemy.
W hen dinner was over, M r Fogg sent for a carriage to take the
travellers and their luggage to the station. M r Fogg said to
Fix:‘D o you know anything about this Stamp W. P roctor?’
‘N o,’ answered Fix.
‘I shall com e back from England to find him again,’ said Phileas
Fogg. ‘It is not right that an Englishman should be treated as he
treated me.’
A t a quarter to six the travellers reached the station and found
the train ready to start.
The railway on w hich they were travelling runs from San
Francisco to N ew York, a distance o f 3,786 miles. As the jou rn ey
took seven days, M r Fogg w ould reach N ew York ju st in time to
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 The travellers left O akland Station at six o ’clock. It was already
dark, and the sky was covered w ith black clouds.The train did not
m ove w ith any great speed; perhaps tw enty miles an hour, w ith
many stops.
N ob ody talked much. Passepartout found him self sitting next
to the detective, but he did not speak to him. There was a certain
coldness betw een the two — and this was only natural.
An hour later it began to snow.
At eight o ’clock the travellers w ere told that it was time to get
the beds ready for the night, and in a few minutes their carriage
looked m ore like a bedroom . There was only one thing to do, and
that was to sleep. And while the travellers w ere sleeping, the train
steam ed across California.
It took six hours fo r the train to reach the city o f Sacramento.
From San Francisco the country had been fairly flat, but now the
train began to climb into the mountains o f Nevada. A t seven
o ’clock the train passed through Cisco.
A n hour later the beds w ere packed away, and the travellers
looked out o f the w indow s and w ere able to see the m ountainous
country through w hich they were passing. There w ere few or no
bridges. The train ran up and round the sides o f the m ountains or
passed along the bottom o f the narrow valleys.
At R en o the travellers stopped for tw enty minutes, during
w hich time they were able to have breakfast. Then they took their
places again in their carriages and looked at the scenery through
w hich they w ere passing. At times they saw large numbers o f
buffaloes. By crossing the railway line in their thousands, these
animals often force the trains to stop and w ait until they have
passed and this, in fact, is w hat soon happened. A t about twelve
o ’clock the train came to a place w here ten or twelve thousand
buffaloes were w alking slowly across the line. It was impossible to
m ove them or go through this solid body o f animals. The only
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 The travellers watched this strange sight w ith interest. Phileas
Fogg stayed in his seat and w aited patiently. But Passepartout was
terribly angry, and very m uch w anted to start shooting them w ith
his revolvers.
‘W hat a terrible cou n try!’ he cried. ‘A country w here animals
like these are allowed to get in the w ay o f trains! I w onder
w hether M r Fogg expected this sort o f thing w hen he planned
his journey. And here is the engine driver afraid o f running his
engine through them.’
The engine driver, o f course, was w ise enough not even to
consider such an action. It w ould have been useless. H e could no
doubt have crushed the first buffaloes, but the engine w ould soon
have been stopped and probably thrown o ff the line.
It was three hours before the last o f the animals crossed the
railway, and it was dark before the train could go on again.
By 7th D ecem ber they had gone a lon g way. O n this day they
stopped for a quarter o f an hour at Green R iver Station. It had
been snow ing and raining during the night, but as the snow had
h a lf m elted it gave no trouble. The bad w eather w orried
Passepartout, though.
‘W hat a foolish idea it was to go travelling during the winter,’
he said to himself. ‘I f my master had waited for better weather, he
w ould have had a better chance o f w inning his bet.’
But w hile Passepartout was w orrying about the weather,
Aouda began to be frightened about som ething much m ore
serious. L ooking out o f the window, she saw am ong the group o f
travellers Stamp W. Proctor, the m an w ho had behaved so roughly
in the election fight at San Francisco. It was only by accident that
he was travelling on the same train, but there he was. ‘He must be
prevented,’ she thought, ‘from m eeting M r Fogg.’
W hen the train was on its way again, and M r Fogg had fallen
asleep, A ouda told Fix and Passepartout w h om she had seen.
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rather than M r Fogg’s. After all, I am the one w ho suffered most.’
‘And I shall have som ething to say to him, too,’ added
Passepartout.
‘M r Fix,’ said Aouda, ‘you may be certain that M r Fogg w ill let
nobody take his place in this matter. Fie said he w ould even com e
back to Am erica to m eet this man again. I f he sees M r Proctor,
we cannot prevent them from fighting, and this m ight not end
well. They must not m eet each other.’
‘You are right,’ said Fix. ‘A fight m ight ruin everything.
W hether he w on or lost, M r Fogg w ould be delayed, and—’
‘A nd that w ould suit the gentlem en o f the R efo rm Club,’
added Passepartout. ‘In four days w e shall be in N ew York! Well,
i f during those four days M r Fogg does not leave his carriage, we
may hope that he w ill not m eet this man.’
At this m om ent M r Fogg w oke up, and the discussion came to
an end. Later, w ithout being heard by his master or Aouda,
Passepartout said to the detective: ‘W ould you really fight instead
o f him ?’
‘I will do everything to bring him back alive to Europe,’
answered Fix.
Was there any way to keep M r Fogg in the carriage to prevent
him from m eeting this Proctor? It should not be difficult, for M r
Fogg did not enjoy m oving around. In any case, the detective had
a good plan and, a few minutes later, said to him: ‘Tim e passes
very slowly in the train.’
‘Yes,’ answered the other, ‘but it passes all the same.’ %
‘On the boat,’ said Fix, ‘you used to play cards.’
‘Yes,’ answered Phileas Fogg, ‘but here it w ould be difficult. I
have neither cards nor people to play with.’
‘O h we can easily buy the cards; they are sold on all A m erican
trains. As for people to play w ith, i f by chance the lady plays
‘Oh, yes,’ answered the lady. ‘I know the game that M r Fogg
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 ‘So do I,’ said F ix .‘In fact I am quite g ood at cards. So perhaps
the three o f u s . . . ’
‘Very well; i f you w ould like to,’ answered Phileas Fogg, w ho
was very pleased to have the chance o f playing again.
Passepartout was sent to get the cards, and soon cam e back
w ith everything that was necessary for the game. A table was
brought and a cloth was laid over it, and they started playing.
A ouda really played very w ell, and M r Fogg told her so. As for
Fix, he was a first-class player.
‘Now,’ thought Passepartout,‘everything is going to be fine. He
w ill not m ove from the table.’

Chapter 14 Full Speed!

A t eleven o ’clock in the m orning the train had clim bed to one
o f the highest points on its jo u rn ey through the R ock y
M ountains. Two hundred miles further on they w ould reach
those w ide stretches o f flat country that lie betw een the
m ountains and the Atlantic coast. So in a few hours they w ould
have passed the difficult and dangerous part o f their jou rn ey
through the m ountains.
A fter a good meal the travellers began playing cards again. But
before long the train m oved m ore and m ore slowly and then
came to a com plete stop. Passepartout put his head out o f the
w indow and could see nothing that m ight explain the delay.
There was no station in the area.
For a m om ent A ouda and Fix w ere afraid that M r Fogg w ould
want to get o f f the train. But he only turned to Passepartout and
said: ‘G o and see w hat’s the matter.’
Passepartout jum p ed out. Thirty or forty travellers had got off,
and am ong them was Stamp W. Proctor.
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driver and the guard were talking very seriously to a m an w ho
had been sent from the next station to stop the train. Some o f the
travellers came up and jo in ed in the discussion — am ong them
M r Stamp W. Proctor, w ith his rough, loud voice.
Passepartout heard the man say: ‘N o, you can’t possibly get
past! The bridge at M edicine B ow is in need o f repair, and w ill
certainly not support the w eight o f the train.’
The bridge o f w hich they w ere talking was one that hung
across a deep river about a m ile further on. W hat the man said
was clearly quite true; the bridge was unsafe.
Passepartout, not daring to go and inform his master, stayed
and listened.
‘Well,’ said M r Proctor, ‘we are not going to stand here for ever
in the snow !’
‘Sir,’ answered the guard, ‘we have sent a telegram to Om aha
asking them to send a train to m eet us at M edicine Bow, but it
can hardly get here in less than six hours.’
‘Six hours!’ cried Passepartout.
‘Yes,’ said the guard. ‘In any case it w ill take us that time to
walk as far as the station.’
‘W alk?’ cried all the travellers.
‘H ow far away is the station, then?’ asked som eone.
‘It is only a m ile away, but it is on the other side o f the river.
We shall have to walk to reach a safe crossing. It w ill be a distance
o f fifteen miles in all.’
‘A fifteen-m ile walk in the snow !’ cried Stamp W. Proctor*
Then he started shouting, swearing, calling the railway company
and its officials all the bad names he could think of. Passepartout,
w ho was equally angry, felt like jo in in g him. But here was
som ething that it was no use fighting about. All his master’s bank
notes were useless in the face o f this difficulty.
The passengers w ere extrem ely disappointed and upset. N ot
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miles through the snow. The noise o f their complaints w ould
certainly have been noticed by Phileas Fogg i f that gentlem an had
not been so interested in his game.
Passepartout saw that he w ould have to tell his master w hat
had happened. H e was ju st w alking towards the carriage, w hen
the engine driver, a true A m erican by the name o f Foster, raised
his voice and said: ‘G entlem en, there is one way o f getting across.’
‘Across the b rid g e?’ asked somebody.
‘Yes, across the bridge.’
‘W ith our train?’ asked Proctor.
‘W ith our train.’
Passepartout stopped, and listened to w hat was being said.
‘But the bridge is unsafe!’
‘That doesn’t matter,’ said the engine driver. ‘I believe that by
sending the train across at full speed, there w ill be a good chance
o f getting over.’
‘Well, w hat a crazy id ea!’ thought Passepartout.
But quite a num ber o f the travellers very m uch liked the idea,
particularly Stamp W Proctor.
‘Q uite reasonable and quite natural!’ he cried. ‘Why,’ he w ent
on, ‘there are engineers w ho are now designing trains that,
travelling at full speed, can cross rivers w ithout any bridge at all!’
In the end all the travellers agreed to the idea. Passepartout was
too surprised to speak. H e was ready to attempt anything in order
to get across the river, but this seem ed to him to be rather too
‘A m erican’ .
‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘there is a much simpler way, and these
people have not even thought o f it.’
‘Sir,’ he said to one o f the travellers, ‘the plan seems to me a
little dangerous, but—’
‘There is nothing m ore to be said,’ answered the man. ‘The
engine driver says w e can get across, and that is an end o f the
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 ‘Yes, I am sure w e can get across,’ said Passepartout, ‘but w ould
it not be less dangerous—’
‘W h at’s that! D an gerous?’ cried P roctor. ‘D on ’t you
understand? A t full speed!’
‘Yes, I understand,’ said Passepartout, trying again to finish
w hat he w anted to say. ‘But don ’t you think it w ould be a better
idea—’
‘W hat? W hat’s that? W hat’s he talking about?’ everybody
shouted.
‘Are you afraid?’ asked Proctor.
‘Afraid? I, afraid?’ cried Passepartout.‘I’ll show these Am ericans
w hether a Frenchman is afraid!’
‘Take your seats! Take your seats!’ shouted the guard.
‘All right! All right!’ shouted Passepartout to him. ‘But I can’t
help thinking that it w ould be safer for us to w alk over the bridge
first, and then to let the train fo llo w !’
But nobody heard this wise advice, and in any case nobody
w ould have agreed to the idea.
The travellers all w ent back to their seats, and Passepartout
w ent back to his, w ithout saying anything o f w hat had happened.
The card players w ere sitting there thinking only o f their game.
The engine driver to o k the train back nearly a mile, in the
same way as a jum per steps back before he makes his jum p. Then
he made it go forward again, m ore and m ore quickly, until the
train was m oving at a frightening speed. It seem ed to be going at
about 100 miles an hour. It flew over the bridge! N ob ody even
saw the bridge — the train simply jum ped from one side o f the
river to the other, and the driver could not stop it until it was five
miles the other side o f the station.
But the train had hardly crossed over the river w hen the
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That evening the train reached the highest point o f its journey. It
now had only to go dow n until it reached the Atlantic. The
travellers had com e 1,382 miles from San Francisco in three days
and three nights. In another four days and four nights they should
be at N ew York.
The next day the three com panions w ere playing cards as
usual. N on e o f them com plained about the length o f the journey.
Fix had begun by w inning a few pounds, and was now losing
them again. M r Fogg held very g ood cards, and he was ju st going
to play one o f them w hen a voice was heard behind him saying:
‘D on’t play that; play a diam ond instead.’
M r Fogg, Aouda and Fix lo o k ed up to see Stamp W. Proctor
standing there.
‘O h, it’s you, is it, M r Englishman!’ cried h e .‘You are the one
w ho wants to play a heart.’
‘Yes, and I shall play it,’ answered Phileas Fogg, as he did so.
‘Well, I want you to play the diamond.’ And the man bent
forward to take hold o f it, adding, ‘You don ’t know how to play
this game.’
‘Perhaps there is another game that I know better,’ said Phileas
Fogg, getting up from his seat.
‘Well, you can try,’ replied Proctor w ith an ugly smile on his
face.
Aouda looked very frightened. She took hold o f M r Fogg’s
arm, but he gently pushed her away. Passepartout was ready to
throw him self on the A m erican, but Fix stood up, w ent to
Proctor, and said :‘The quarrel is betw een you and m e.You were
not only disrespectful towards me, but you even struck me.’
‘M r Fix,’ said M r Fogg, ‘I beg your pardon, but this is my
business alone. This man w ill answer to me for his behaviour.’
‘W hen and w here you like,’ replied the Am erican.
Aouda tried to hold M r Fogg back, but w ithout success. The
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w anted to throw the A m erican out o f the window, but a sign
from his master stopped him. Phileas Fogg left the carriage, and
the A m erican follow ed him.
‘Sir,’ said M r Fogg to his enemy, ‘after our m eeting in San
Francisco I made up my m ind to com e back to A m erica to find
you as soon as I had finished the business that calls me to
England.’
‘R eally!’
‘W ill you m eet me in six m onths’ tim e?’
‘W hy not in six years’ tim e?’
‘I said six m onths,’ answered M r Fogg.
‘You w ant to escape from m e!’ cried Stamp W. Proctor. ‘You
w ill fight me now or never.’
‘Very well,’ answered M r F ogg.‘You are going to N ew Y ork?’
‘N o.’
‘C h icago?’
‘N o.’
‘O m aha?’
‘That’s no business o f yours. D o you know Plum C reek ?’
‘N o,’ answered M r Fogg.
‘It’s the next station. The train w ill be there in an hour’s time.
It w ill w ait there for ten minutes. That w ill give us time enough
to fight.’
‘Agreed,’ said M r Fogg. ‘I w ill stop at Plum C reek.’
‘And you w ill stay there!’ said the A m erican, w ith an ugly
laugh.
‘W ho know s, sir?’ answered M r Fogg, returning to his seat.
‘People w ho talk loudly are not to be feared,’ he rem arked to the
anxious Aouda, to calm her. Then he to o k Fix on one side and
asked him to help him prepare for the fight w hen the time came.
Fix could not refuse, and Phileas Fogg picked up his cards and
w ent on w ith his game.
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stopped. M r Fogg got up and, follow ed by Fix, left the carriage.
Passepartout w ent too, carrying a pair o f revolvers.
They had not been outside lon g w hen the d oor opened and
M r P roctor came out w ith a friend. B ut ju st as the two enemies
w ere preparing themselves, the guard ran up, saying: ‘N ob od y is
to get out here, gentlem en.’
‘W hy n o t?’ asked Proctor, angrily.
‘We are twenty minutes late, and the train is not going to wait.’
‘But I have to fight this gentlem an.’
‘I am sorry,’ said the guard, ‘but w e are starting immediately.
There is the bell ringing.’
As he said this, the train started to m ove and the two men
jum ped on.
‘I am really very sorry, gentlem en,’ said the guard. ‘I w ould like
to have helped you. But as you have had no time to fight at Plum
Creek, is there any reason why you should not fight on the train?’
‘Perhaps that w ould not suit this gentlem an,’ said Proctor w ith
an unpleasant laugh.
‘It w ill suit me perfectly,’ answered Phileas Fogg.
‘We are certainly in A m erica!’ thought Passepartout. ‘And the
guard is a perfect gentlem an!’ He follow ed his master.
The tw o men, their friends and the guard passed through the
carriages until they reached the end o f the train. In the last
carriage there w ere only about ten people. The official asked
these passengers w hether they w ould be g ood enough to give up
the carriage fo r a few minutes to two gentlem en w ho w ished to
fight.
Well, o f course! They w ere only too happy to be o f any service
to the two gentlem en, and im m ediately w ent out and stood in
the passage.
The carriage was fifty feet long, and very suitable for the
purpose. The two m en could walk towards each other betw een
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M r Proctor, each carrying tw o revolvers, w ould go inside. The
tw o supporters w ould shut the door and stay outside. A signal
w ould be given, and shooting w ould begin. Then, after two
minutes, the door w ould be opened and w hat was left o f the two
gentlem en w ould be carried out. N othin g could be simpler.

Chapter 15 An A ttack by Indians

But before the signal could be given, w ild cries and shots were
heard. The shots certainly did not com e from the carriage in
w hich the two gentlem en had just been shut. Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shots came from the outside - all along the train. C ries o f
terror w ere heard from one end o f the train to the other.
M r Proctor and M r Fogg, w ith their revolvers in their hands,
rushed out towards the front o f the train, w here shouts and shots
were grow ing louder at every m om ent. They w ere under attack
by Sioux Indians.
This was not the first time that these Indians had attacked a
train, and m ore than once before they had been successful. In
their usual way, a hundred o f them had jum ped on the steps o f
the m oving train and had clim bed up onto the r o o f o f the
carriages.
From these positions on and around the train, they fired their
guns. The passengers answered w ith their revolvers. Some o f the
Indians had jum ped on the engine and had injured the enghae
driver. O ne o f them tried to stop the train but, not know ing how
to do so, had opened the steam pipe instead o f shutting it. The
result was that the train was flying along at full speed.
Soon the Sioux forced their w ay into the carriages and were
fighting w ith the passengers. The cries and shots continued
w ithout stopping.
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was Aouda. W ith a revolver in her hand, she fired through the
broken w indow s at any Indian that came in sight. Twenty or m ore
o f the Indians fell dead or w ounded on the railway line, and the
w heels crushed any w ho fell betw een the carriages. Several o f the
passengers w ere also badly wounded, and were lying on the seats.
The end must com e before long. Fighting had been going on
for ten m inutes, and the Sioux w ould w in unless the train were
able to stop. Fort Kearney Station was only two miles away, and
there w ere soldiers there; but i f the train passed this point, the
Sioux w ould certainly becom e masters o f the train.
The guard was fighting at M r Foggs side w hen a shot struck
him and he fell. He cried o u t:‘We are all lost i f the train does not
stop in five minutes.’
‘The train w ill stop,’ said Phileas Fogg, preparing to rush out o f
the carriage.
‘Stay w here you are, sir,’ cried Passepartout. ‘This is my job .’
Phileas Fogg had no time to stop the brave m an w ho, opening
one o f the outer doors w ithout being seen by the Indians,
m anaged to climb dow n under one o f the carriages.
W hile the fight w ent on, and w ith shots flying in the air over
his head, Passepartout made his way forward under the carriages,
holding on here and there, and crossing from one place to
another until he got to the front part o f the train. There, hanging
on by one hand, he m anaged to undo the heavy iron hooks that
jo in ed the carriages to the engine.T he train, now separated from
the engine, began to run m ore and m ore slowly, w hile the engine
flew forwards w ith still greater speed.
The train carried on fo r a few minutes but soon came to a stop
less than 300 feet from the station. H earing the shots, soldiers
hurried up to the train. The Indians did not w ait for them; they
all ran off.
W hen the passengers w ere counted, it was found that three did
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w hose bravery had saved the train. W hat had happened to them ?
Had they been killed in the fight? Were they prisoners o f the
Indians? N ob od y knew. O ne o f the w ounded passengers was M r
Proctor, w ho had fought bravely. He was taken w ith the others to
the station, w here they received every care.
Aouda was safe. Phileas Fogg was safe, too, although he had
been fighting all the time. Fix was slightly w ounded in the arm.
But Passepartout was not to be found; and tears ran dow n the
face o f the young lady w ho ow ed her life to him now for the
second time.
M r Fogg stood there w ithout speaking. H e had to make a
serious decision. I f his servant had been taken prisoner, it was his
duty to try to get him back.
‘I shall find him, dead or alive,’ he said simply to Aouda.
‘O h, M r Fogg,’ cried A ouda, taking his hands in hers and
covering them w ith tears.
‘I shall find him alive,’ added M r Fogg, ‘i f w e waste no time.’
This decision m eant that Phileas Fogg w ould lose everything.
I f he were only one day late he w ould fail to catch the boat at
N ew York. His bet was lost. But it was his duty, and he had made
up his mind.
A hundred soldiers and their captain w ere at the station in
order to defend it against any attack by Indians.
‘Sir,’ said M r Fogg to the captain, ‘three people have
disappeared.’
‘D ead?’ asked the captain. ^
‘Dead or prisoners,’ answered Phileas Fogg. ‘That is w hat we
must find out. D o you intend to follow the Indians?’
‘That is a serious matter, sir,’ answered the captain. ‘These
Indians may continue to run for tw o or three hundred miles. I
cannot leave this station while it is under my protection.’
‘Sir,’ said Phileas Fogg, ‘it is a question o f the lives o f three
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 ‘Q uite true, but can I put the lives o f fifty m en in danger to
save three?’
‘I don ’t kn ow w hether you can, but that is w hat you ought to
do.’
‘Sir,’ answered the captain. ‘I w ill not allow anybody here to
teach me my duty.’
‘Very w ell, then,’ said Phileas Fogg coldly. ‘I w ill go alone.’
‘Y ou!’ cried Fix, w ho had com e up to the tw o men. ‘You
intend to go after these Indians alo n e?’
‘D o you think that I am going to leave that brave man w ho
saved the lives o f everybody here to die? I shall go.’
‘W ell, sir,’ cried the captain. ‘You w ill not go alone. N o, you
have a brave heart. N ow ! W ho offers to jo in this gentlem an?
Thirty m en are w anted!’ he said, turning to his soldiers.
The w h ole com pany stepped forward. The captain only had to
choose am ong them. Thirty w ere named, and an officer was put
at their head.
‘Thank you, C aptain!’ said M r Fogg.
‘You w ill allow me to com e w ith y o u ?’ asked Fix.
‘You may do as you like,’ Fogg answered. ‘But i f you wish to
be o f real service to me, you w ill stay by the side o f this lady and
take care o f her.’
The detective’s face turned w hite. W hat! Separate him self from
the man he was follow ing so patiently? Let him go o ff alone into
the w ild country? Fix lo o k ed at M r Fogg for a m om ent and then
he looked away from Fogg’s calm, serious face.
‘I w ill stay,’ he said.
A few minutes later M r Fogg gave the young wom an his bag,
telling her to take great care o f it; he shook hands w ith her, and
w ent o ff w ith the officer and his little com pany o f men.
B efore leaving, he said to the soldiers, ‘T here’s a thousand
pounds for you i f w e save the prisoners.’
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 A ouda had gone into the w aiting room o f the station, and
there, alone, she thought o f Phileas Fogg, this kind and brave
man. He had given up his fortune and was now putting his life in
danger. In her eyes he was a great and honourable man.
The detective Fix did not think that way at all, and could not
hide his feelings. H e walked up and dow n outside the station,
feeling foolish for having let Fogg leave.
‘I was a fo o l!’ he thought. ‘Fogg knows w ho I am! H e has
gone, and w ill not com e back. W here shall I find him again? H ow
could I have thought o f letting him go; I, w h o have in my pocket
the warrant for his arrest?’
Those were the thoughts o f Fix w hile the hours slowly passed.
H e did not know w hat to do. Sometimes he felt like telling
Aouda everything. Sometimes he felt like going o ff across the
snow to catch this M r Fogg. It w ould not be impossible to find
him again. He could still follow the footprints o f the soldiers, but
before long the falling snow w ould cover them again.
Then Fix felt like giving everything up for lost and going
straight back to England. I f he decided to do that, there was
nothing to prevent him, because at two o ’clock, while the snow
was falling heavily, the noise o f an engine was heard com ing from
the east. But no train was expected from the east yet; the help for
w hich they had asked could not com e so quickly, and the train
from Om aha to San Francisco w ould not arrive before the next
day.
It was the engine o f their train. It had rushed on for m an ^
miles, and then the fire had died for w ant o f coal. There was no
m ore steam, and an hour later the engine, running m ore and
m ore slowly, had com e to a stop twenty miles on the other side
o f Kearney Station.
The engine driver had not been killed; and after some time
had passed, he had com e to his senses.W hen he found that he was
alone and that the engine was no longer pulling the train, he
guessed w hat had happened.W hat he did not know was how the
engine had becom e separated from the train.
He could go on to Om aha; that was the wisest thing to do. He
could go back towards the train; that was dangerous, since the
Indians m ight still be on the train. The driver soon made up his
mind. He had to go back. C oal and w o o d w ere put on the fire;
the w ater soon becam e hot again, and before long there was
enough steam to make the engine run back to Kearney Station.
The passengers were pleased to see the engine once m ore at
the head o f the train. T hey could now continue their journey.
A ouda, though, w ent up to the guard.
‘You are leaving?’ she asked.
‘Immediately.’
‘But the prisoners, our unfortunate travelling com panions?’
‘I am sorry w e cannot w ait for them. We are already three
hours late.’
‘And w hen does the next train com e from San Francisco?’
‘Tom orrow evening.’
‘Tom orrow evening? But that w ill be too late. You must wait.’
‘That is impossible,’ answered the guard. ‘I f you want to com e
w ith us, you must get on the train now.’
‘I shall not com e,’ answered the lady.
Fix had heard this talk. A few m oments before, w hen there was
no w ay o f leaving, he had w anted to get away. N o w that the train
was there, and he had only to take his place in the carriage, he no
longer w anted to leave. The struggle in his mind began all over
again. He felt a terrible sense o f failure.
The passengers had taken their places on the train. Am ong
them was the w ounded M r Proctor, w hose condition was serious.
The noise o f steam was heard. The bell rang, the train m oved out
o f the station and was soon lost to view in the snow.
The detective had stayed behind.
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Fix was sitting on a seat in the station; he m ight have been asleep.
Aouda, in spite o f the snowstorm , kept going out o f the room .
She walked to the end o f the platform , looked out and listened.
But she saw and heard nothing.
Evening came. The little com pany o f soldiers did not com e
back. W here were they? Had they been able to catch up w ith the
Indians? H ad there been a fight? The captain was very anxious,
but tried not to show that he was w orried.
N ight came. The snow was no longer falling so heavily, but it
got colder and colder. N o sound could be heard.
All night A ouda, w ith a heavy heart and fearing the worst,
w alked about outside. In her im agination she could see a
thousand dangers. Fix did not m ove, but he, too, was awake. At
one point a man came up to him and said som ething. But Fix
simply answered, ‘N o.’
In this way the night passed. The sun rose in a grey sky. Phileas
Fogg and the soldiers had gone towards the south, but nothing
was to be seen to the south except the snow.
The captain did not know w hat to do. Should he send a second
company to help the first? A t last he called one o f his officers, and
gave him orders to send out a few m en towards the south — and
at that m om ent shots were heard. Was it a signal? The soldiers
rushed out and saw, h alf a mile away, the others com ing back.
M r Fogg was at the head o f the company, and by his side were
Passepartout and the two other travellers, saved from the Sioux.
There had been a battle ten miles to the south o f KeaPney.
Shortly before the soldiers had reached them , Passepartout and
his tw o com panions had started fighting against those w h o had
taken them prisoners.T he Frenchman had already knocked three
o f them dow n w hen his master and the soldiers rushed up to
help him.
A t the station they were all w elcom ed w ith shouts o f joy, and
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them. Passepartout said m ore than once: ‘I have certainly cost my
master a lot o f m on ey!’
Fix look ed at M r Fogg w ithout saying a word. It w ould be
difficult to say w hat thoughts were passing through his mind.
A ouda w ent up to Phileas Fogg, to o k his hands and pressed them
betw een her ow n, unable to speak.
As soon as he reached the station, Passepartout looked round
for the train. H e was expecting to see it there ready to leave for
Om aha, and hoped that they w ould be able to make up for the
time that they had lost.
‘W here’s the train?’ he cried.
‘Gone,’ answered Fix.
‘A nd the next train?’ asked Phileas Fogg.
‘W ill not com e before this evening.’
‘A h !’ was all that the gentlem an answered.

Chapter 16 A Sledge with Sails

Phileas Fogg was now tw enty hours late on his journey.

Passepartout blam ed him self for being the cause o f the delay and
refused to be com forted by anyone.
A t that m om ent Fix w alked up to M r Fogg and said: ‘Are you
really in a hurry to get o n ?’
‘I certainly am,’ answered Phileas Fogg.
‘You really w ant to get to N ew York by the 11th, before nine
o ’clock in the evening, w hen the boat leaves for L iverpool?’
‘I do.’
‘A nd i f your jo u rn ey had not been stopped by the attack on
the train, you w ould have reached N ew York on the m orning o f
the 1 1 th ?’
‘I w ould. Twelve hours before the boat leaves.’
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up?’
‘O n fo o t?’
‘N o, on a sledge,’ answered Fix. ‘O n a sledge w ith sails. A man
has offered us the use o f one.’
This was the man w ho had spoken to Fix during the night and
w hose offer Fix had refused.
Phileas Fogg did not answer, but Fix pointed to a man w ho
was w alking up and dow n in front o f the station. M r Fogg w ent
up to him. A few moments later Phileas Fogg and this Am erican,
by the name o f M udge, entered a hut not far away. There M r
Fogg exam ined this strange sledge. It was built o f w ood, and was
large enough to hold five or six people. It had a high mast, w hich
carried a large sail. A t the back was a sort o f rudder by w hich the
sledge could be made to go in any direction. It was a kind o f ship,
but instead o f being made to sail through water, it sailed on ice
or snow. D uring the winter, w hen trains are stopped by the snow,
these sledges could travel betw een stations at great speed.
An arrangement was soon made w ith the ow ner o f the sledge.
A strong w ind was blow ing conveniently from the west. The
snow was hard, and M udge prom ised to take M r Fogg to Om aha
in a few hours. From Om aha there are many trains running on
m ore than one railway line towards Chicago and N ew York. In
this way it w ould be quite possible to make up for lost time, and
there was no reason w hy the plan should not be tried.
As Aouda m ight suffer from the cold, M r Fogg thought Y>f
leaving her w ith Passepartout at Kearney Station, and the
Frenchman prom ised that he w ould bring her to Europe a little
later by train and boat. But A ouda refused to be separated from
M r Fogg, and Passepartout was very happy w ith her decision. Fie
had no w ish to leave his master alone w ith Fix.
It w ould be difficult to say w hat Fix was thinking o f all this.
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gentlem an com e back, or did he still view him as an evil man
w ho thought that after his jo u rn ey round the w orld he w ould be
safe in England? Perhaps he now had a higher opinion o f M r
Fogg, but he was still determ ined to do his duty, and was as
anxious as anybody to get back to England as soon as possible.
A t eight o ’clock the sledge was ready to start. The travellers
took their places on it, w ell w rapped up and protected against the
cold. The sail was raised and, w ith the w ind behind it, the sledge
flew forw ard at a speed o f forty miles an hour.
The distance betw een Kearney and Om aha in a straight line
was not m ore than 200 miles. I f the w ind did not drop, it w ould
be possible to do this distance in five hours. I f there w ere no
accident, the travellers should be in Om aha by one o ’clock.
It was a freezing journey. The travellers pressed against each
other for warm th. The cold, m ade greater by the speed, prevented
any possibility o f speech. The sledge slid across the snow as lightly
as a boat on the water. W hen the w ind blew hard, it felt as i f the
sledge w ould be lifted up in the air. M udge kept the sledge going
in the right direction.
‘I f nothing breaks, w e shall get there,’ M udge shouted to his
passengers.
It was in M udge’s interest to get there in time, since M r Fogg,
as usual, had offered a big reward.
The country over w hich they passed was as flat as the sea. It
looked like a very large frozen lake. There was nothing in the way
and there w ere only tw o things to be afraid of: that the sledge
m ight break or that the w ind m ight drop. But the w ind did not
drop. It blew m ore strongly than ever. It made the mast bend, but
the sledge was so solidly built that there was really no danger o f
anything breaking.
Passepartout now had a face as red as the setting sun. He began
to hope again. Instead o f getting to N ew York in the m orning,
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o f catching the boat. H e was so happy that he was almost ready to
shake hands w ith Fix and call him his friend. He did not forget
that it was Fix him self w ho had suggested the sledge, w hich was
the only way o f getting to Om aha in time. But he still did not trust
Fix; he felt that the detective was planning m ore o f his old tricks.
O ne thing that Passepartout w ould never forget was the way
in w hich M r Fogg had gone back to save him from the Indians.
To do that he had put his life and fortune in danger. N o, he
w ould never forget that.
A t twelve o ’clock M udge saw that he had crossed the R iver
Platte. He said nothing, but he was already sure that he w ould
soon reach Om aha Station.
It took them exactly an hour.T he sledge stopped, and M udge
pointed to a few hundred houses w ith snow -covered roofs.
‘We are there,’ he said.
Yes, they were really there. They had reached a station from
w hich trains ran many times a day to the east.
Passepartout and Fix jum ped o f f the sledge, glad to stretch
their legs again after five hours w ithout m ovem ent. They helped
M r Fogg and the young w om an to climb down. Phileas Fogg
gave the prom ised reward to M udge, Passepartout shook his hand
as i f he were an old friend, and, w ishing him well, they all hurried
to the station.
A train was ready to leave, and M r Fogg and his com panions
only just had time to jum p into a carriage. They had seen nothing
o f Omaha, but Passepartout thought that was nothing to be s«rry
about.
The train passed at great speed through the countryside
separating them from Chicago. The next day, the 10th, at four
o ’clock in the evening, they reached this fam ous city, w hich had
already been rebuilt after the terrible fire that had destroyed it a
few years earlier.
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there w ere plenty o f trains. M r Fogg and his com panions had
only to get dow n from their train and to step into another. The
engine started o ff at full speed as i f it knew that M r Fogg had no
time to lose. The train flew through Indiana, O hio, Pennsylvania
and N ew Jersey.
At last the passengers saw the H udson R iver, and on 11th
D ecem ber, at a quarter past eleven in the evening, the train came
to a stop at the station on the river bank opposite the offices o f
the Steamship Company.

Chapter 17 Mr Fogg Tries to Find a Ship

The steamship China had left for Liverpool three-quarters o f an

hour earlier!
W hen it left N ew York, the China seem ed to have taken w ith
it M r Fogg’s last hope.
N o other boat w ould suit his plan. The French boat w ould be
leaving only on the 14th, tw o days later. The G erm an boat was
not going directly to Liverpool or London; it w ould be calling at
a French port - and M r Fogg w ould not be able to get from there
to London in time.
O ne steamer, it is true, w ould be leaving the next day, but it
was no use considering that one, because it was a slow boat, using
sails rather than steam.
Passepartout was extrem ely upset. Three-quarters o f an hour
too late! It was his fault, he thought. Instead o f helping his master,
he had succeeded in m aking him late. W hen he looked back on
all the things that had happened during the jo u rn ey from
London, w hen he added up all the m oney spent uselessly, when
he thought o f losing the bet, he felt com pletely to blame.
But M r Fogg did not blame him and said simply: W ell, we w ill
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 The travellers w ent to a hotel, but M r Fogg was the only one
w ho slept.
The next day was D ecem ber 12th. From the 12th, at seven in
the m orning, to the 21st, at 8.45 in the evening, there were nine
days, thirteen hours and forty-five minutes left. If, then, Phileas
Fogg had set out the night before on the China, one o f the fastest
ships o f the Steamship Company, he w ould have got to
Liverpool, and then to London, in time.
Phileas Fogg left the hotel alone, having told his servant to wait
for him and to let Aouda know that she must be ready to leave at
any m om ent.
M r Fogg w ent to the port and lo o k ed am ong the ships for any
w hich w ere getting ready to sail. H e found m ore than one; for in
this busy port there is not a day w hen a hundred boats do not
leave for every part o f the world. But m ost o f these w ere sailing
boats, and they w ould not suit Phileas Fogg.
At last he noticed a fin e-lookin g steamer. The clouds o f smoke
that she was sending out showed that she was m aking her final
preparations.
Phileas Fogg called for a small boat, got into it, and in a few
moments found him self at the side o f the Henrietta. The captain
was on board, and came im m ediately at Phileas Fogg’s request. He
was fifty years old, a rough-looking, unpleasant man. His large
eyes, red hair and large body did not give him an attractive
appearance.
‘The captain?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘I am he.’ %
‘I am Phileas Fogg, o f London.’
‘And I am Andrew Speedy, o f Cardiff.’
‘You are about to leave?’
‘In an hour.’
‘You are heading f o r . . . ? ’
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 ‘You have passengers?’
‘N o passengers. N ever have passengers. I prefer goods. G oods
d on ’t get in the way, and they don ’t talk.’
‘Yours is a fast ship?’
‘B etw een eleven and twelve miles an hour. The Henrietta is
w ell know n for its speed.’
‘W ill you take me and three other persons to L iverpool?’
‘To L iverpool? You m ight as w ell say China.’
‘I said Liverpool.’
‘N o !’
‘N o ?’
‘N o. I am setting out fo r B ordeaux, and I shall go to
Bordeaux.’
‘W hatever the p rice?’
‘W hatever the price.’
The captain spoke in a voice that showed it was useless to
reason w ith him.
‘But the owners o f the Henrietta— argued Phileas Fogg.
‘The owners o f the Henrietta are myself,’ replied the captain.
‘The ship belongs to me.’
‘I w ill hire it from you.’
‘N o.’
‘I w ill buy it from you.’
‘N o.’
Phileas Fogg kept calm. But the position was serious. In N ew
York it was not as simple as it had been in H ong Kong, nor was
it as easy dealing w ith the captain o f the Henrietta as it had been
w ith the captain o f the Tankadere. U ntil now the gentlem an’s
m oney had always been able to get over every difficulty. This time
m oney failed.
They could not cross the Atlantic by balloon; that w ould be
to o dangerous and, in fact, impossible, so a way must be found o f
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have an idea; he said to the captain: ‘W ell, w ill you take me to
B ordeaux?’
‘N o, not even i f you were to pay me forty pounds.’
‘I w ill pay you four hundred pounds.’
‘For each p erson?’
‘For each person.’
‘And there are four o f y o u ?’
‘Four.’
Captain Speedy did not know w hat to think. Sixteen hundred
pounds to be earned w ithout changing any plans; it was w ell
w orth the trouble o f forgetting his dislike o f passengers. Besides,
passengers at four hundred pounds each are no longer passengers,
but valuable goods.
‘I am leaving at nine o ’clock,’ said Captain Speedy sim ply,‘and
you and your people w ill be here?’
‘By nine o ’clock we w ill be on board,’ replied M r Fogg.
It was h alf past eight. Fogg left the Henrietta, to o k a carriage
back to the hotel, and picked up Aouda, Passepartout, and even
M r Fix, to w hom he kindly offered transport. All this was done
by the gentlem an w ith the calmness w hich never left him even
w hen he was in the greatest trouble.
B y the time the Henrietta was ready to sail, all four w ere on
board. An hour later the steamer left the H udson R iver. D uring
the day she steamed along the shore o f Long Island, and then she
went out onto the open sea.
At twelve o ’clock the next day, 13th D ecember, a man began
giving orders to the ship’s officers, telling them in w hat direction
the ship had to go.You might suppose that this man was Captain
Speedy. N ot at all. It was Phileas Fogg! Captain Speedy him self
was locked up in his cabin and was roaring w ith anger — w hich
was not surprising.
W hat had happened was very simple. Phileas Fogg w anted to
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Phileas Fogg had agreed to pay to go to B ordeaux, and during the
thirty hours that he had been on board he had spent m oney so
cleverly and w isely that the officers and m en — w ho very much
disliked their captain —belonged to him. And that is w hy Phileas
Fogg, and not Captain Speedy, was master o f the ship; w hy the
captain was shut up in his cabin; and why, lastly, the Henrietta was
m aking her way not towards B ordeaux but towards Liverpool.
Seeing M r Fogg sail the ship, it was very clear that he had once
been a sailor. B ut how this adventure w ould end, nobody could
tell.
A ouda felt very anxious about it, although she said nothing.
Fix was so surprised that he too said nothing. Passepartout found
the w hole affair extrem ely exciting!
‘B etw een eleven and twelve miles an hour,’ Captain Speedy
had said, and this seem ed to be true.
If, then, the sea did not get too rough, i f the w ind did not blow
from the east, and i f there was no accident to the ship, the
Henrietta w ould in the nine days, counting from 12th D ecem ber
to the 21st, cross the 3,000 miles separating N ew York from
Liverpool.
At first conditions were good. The w ind was not too strong,
and blew from the right direction. The sails were raised, and the
Henrietta travelled as fast as any o f the regular steamers.

Passepartout was very, very happy, preferring not to think about

w hat m ight happen later. The officers and m en had never seen
anyone so happy and excited. H e m ade friends w ith the sailors,
calling them by all sorts o f friendly names, and giving them all
kinds o f g ood things to drink. He made others feel as happy as
himself. H e had forgotten the past, w ith its troubles and dangers.
He thought only o f the end o f the journey, w hich was so near,
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 Fix did not understand anything at all. The taking o f the
Henrietta, the buying o f her officers and men, and Fogg behaving
like a regular sailor — this was too much for him. Fie did not
know w hat to think. But, after all, a m an w ho began by stealing
fifty-five thousand pounds could finish by stealing a ship. O f
course, he really believed that Fogg was not going to Liverpool at
all, but to some part o f the w orld w here a robber m ight find a safe
place to live. This plan now seem ed m ost reasonable, and Fix
began to be sorry about having any involvem ent in the affair.
As for Captain Speedy, he kept on roaring in his cabin, and
Passepartout, w hose duty it was to give him his food, did it only
w ith the greatest care, in spite o f his great strength.

Chapter 18 Mr Fogg Buys the Henrietta

O n the 13th they passed close by the island o f N ew foundland.

This is a dangerous part o f the Atlantic. Here, particularly during
the winter, there is a lot o f mist. There w ere signs that the w eather
was going to change. D uring the night it had grow n colder, and
at the same time the w ind began to blow from the south-east.
This was a m isfortune. M r Fogg, in order not to be driven o ff
course, had to take dow n the sails and to use m ore steam. But the
ship w ent m ore slowly because o f the state o f the sea. Long waves
broke against the ship and made her roll violently. The w ind grew
stronger and stronger until it was blow ing a storm . For tw% days
Passepartout was very frightened. But Phileas Fogg was a daring
sailor, w ho knew how to w in battles against the sea. The Henrietta,
w henever she could rise w ith the waves, passed over them, but
the water often poured across her from end to end.
The next day, 16th D ecem ber, was the seventy-fifth day that
had passed since leaving London. The Henrietta was not seriously
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was certainly behind them. In summer, success w ould have been
certain. In winter, they had to trust to the weather. Passepartout
said nothing, but in his heart he had hopes. ‘I f we cannot depend
on the w ind,’ he thought, ‘we can at least depend on steam.’
O n this day, though, the c h ie f engin eer cam e up from below,
m et M r Fogg, and had a very serious talk w ith him . W ithout
know ing why, Passepartout felt w orried . He w ould have given
one o f his ears to have heard, w ith the other, w hat was being said.
But he did catch a few o f his master’s words: ‘You are certain o f
w hat you say?’
‘I am certain, sir,’ answered the other. ‘D o not forget that, since
w e left, all our boilers have been at the highest possible
temperature, and although we had enough coal to travel in the
usual way from N ew York to B ordeaux, we have not enough to
go under full steam from N ew York to Liverpool.’
‘I w ill think the m atter over,’ replied M r Fogg.
Passepartout understood, and was terribly frightened. The coal
was com ing to an end.
‘Ah! I f my master can get over that difficulty,’ he said to
h im self,‘he w ill certainly be a great m an!’
He could not help telling the detective the state o f things.
‘Then,’ answered Fix, ‘you believe that w e are going to
L iverpool?’
‘O f course.’
‘Fool,’ answered Fix, as he turned away.
A nd now w hat was Phileas Fogg going to do? It was difficult
to guess. But it appeared that this calm gentlem an had decided on
a plan, for that evening he sent for the engineer and said to him:
‘Keep your fires burning, and keep going in the same direction
until there’s no m ore coal left.’
A t about twelve o ’clock Phileas Fogg ordered Passepartout to
go and bring Captain Speedy to him. Passepartout did not like
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is quite certain that I shall find him com pletely w ild w ith anger!’
A few minutes later Captain Speedy came running up on deck
shouting and roaring. H e look ed as i f he w ere going to burst.
‘W here are w e ?’ w ere the first words he said in his terrible
anger. ‘W here are w e ?’ he roared again.
‘Seven hundred and seventy miles from Liverpool,’ answered
M r Fogg, w ith great calmness.
‘T h ie f!’ cried Andrew Speedy.
‘I have sent for you, sir—’
‘R ob b er!’
‘Sir,’ continued Phileas Fogg, ‘I have sent for you to ask you to
sell me your ship.’
‘N o !’
‘I am going to burn her.’
‘To burn my ship!’
‘At least the w ooden parts, since we have no m ore coal.’
‘Burn my ship!’ cried Captain Speedy, w ho was so angry now
that he could hardly speak. ‘A ship that is w orth ten thousand
pounds!’
‘Here are twelve thousand pounds,’ said Phileas Fogg, holding
the m oney out to him.
The result o f this offer was to make Andrew Speedy forget his
anger and all his reasons for com plaint against M r Fogg. His ship
was twenty years old. It m ight in fact be w orth selling the ship.
‘And I can keep w hat is left o f the ship after you have burnt
the w ooden parts?’ he asked, in a strangely soft voice. %
‘Yes, everything made o f metal w ill still be yours.’
‘Then I agree.’ And Andrew Speedy to o k the m oney and
counted it.
D uring this conversation Passepartout’s face had turned white.
Twelve thousand pounds spent, and Fogg was still going to give
back to the seller all the metal parts; that is, almost the w hole
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 W hen Andrew Speedy had put the m oney in his pocket, M r
Fogg said to him: ‘Sir, all this w ill not surprise you w hen I tell you
that I shall lose tw enty thousand pounds i f I am not in London
on 21st D ecem ber at a quarter to nine in the evening. N ow I was
not able to catch the regular steam er from N ew York, and since
you w ould not take me to Liverpool—’
‘And I did w ell to say no,’ cried A ndrew Speedy, ‘because by
doing so I have gained at least eight thousand pounds.’
‘N ow this ship belongs to m e?’ asked Fogg.
‘Certainly, from top to bottom ; that is to say, all the w ood, you
understand.’
‘Very well. C ut away the w o o d and put it on the fires.’
O ne can easily im agine how much o f this w ood was needed
to get enough steam.
The next day, 19th D ecem ber, the sailors continued to burn
w hat could be burnt. By the follow ing day, the 20th, almost all
the w oodw ork above the w aterline had been burned. But on this
day the coast o f Ireland came into sight.
At ten o ’clo ck in the evening the ship was passing
Q ueenstow n. Phileas Fogg had only tw enty-four hours to reach
London! This was the time that the Henrietta needed to reach
Liverpool, and there was little or no m ore steam.
‘Sir,’ said Captain Speedy, w ho had com e to be interested in
M r Fogg’s plan, ‘I am really very sorry for you. Everything is
against you. We are only o f f Q ueenstow n.’
‘A h !’ said M r F ogg.‘Those are the lights o f Q ueenstow n?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can w e go into the p o rt?’
‘N o t for three hours. O nly at high water.’
‘Let us wait,’ Phileas Fogg replied calmly, w ithout letting it be
seen on his face that he had one last plan to help him succeed!
Q ueenstow n is w here the steamers com ing from Am erica
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From Dublin they are sent to Liverpool by very fast ships,
arriving in Liverpool twelve hours before the fastest ships o f the
steamship companies.
Phileas Fogg m eant to use these twelve hours. Instead o f
reaching Liverpool by the Henrietta on the evening o f the next
day, he w ould be there by twelve o ’clock, and so he w ould have
enough time to get to London before a quarter to nine in the
evening.
Towards one o ’clock in the m orning the Henrietta came into
Q ueenstow n port at high water, and Phileas Fogg, having
received a m ost friendly shake o f the hand from Captain Speedy,
gave him w hat was left o f his ship, w hich was still w orth h alf o f
w hat he had sold it for!
The passengers landed immediately. They ju m p ed into the
train at Q ueenstow n at h alf past one in the m orning, reached
Dublin ju st as it was beginning to get light, and hurried on board
one o f those fam ous steamers w hich, instead o f rising w ith the
waves, always pass right through them.
At twenty minutes to twelve, on 21st D ecem ber, Phileas Fogg
landed in Liverpool. He was now only six hours from London.
But at that m om ent Fix w alked up to him, put his hand on his
shoulder, and said: ‘Your name, I believe, is Phileas Fogg.’
‘Yes.’
‘In the name o f the Q ueen, I arrest you.’

Chapter 19 Mr Fogg Is in Prison

Phileas Fogg was in prison. They had taken him to the police
station in Liverpool and he was going to spend the night there.
The next day he w ould be taken to London.
At the m om ent o f the arrest Passepartout tried to throw
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policem en. A ouda, terrified at w hat she saw, understood nothing,
so Passepartout explained the m atter to her. M r Fogg, this honest
and brave gentlem an to w h om she owed her life, had been
arrested as a thief. The lady cried out that such a charge was
impossible, but she soon saw that she could do nothing to save
the one w ho had saved her.
As for Fix, he had arrested M r Fogg because it was his duty to
arrest him, w hether he was guilty or not. The law w ould decide
the matter.
T hen the terrible thought came to Passepartout that it was he
w ho was the cause o f this m isfortune. A fter all, w hy had he
hidden the m atter from M r Fogg? W hen Fix had inform ed him,
Passepartout, o f w ho he was and w hat he was going to do, why
had he not told his master? I f his master had know n w hat he was
accused of, he could certainly have proved to Fix that he was not
guilty. In any case M r Fogg w ould not have helped Fix to follow
him or borne the cost o f his travelling! As he thought o f his
foolishness in saying nothing, the p oor man felt terribly guilty.
Tears poured from his eyes. It was painful to watch.
In spite o f the cold, A ouda and he had stayed outside the police
station. N either o f them w ould leave the spot; they w ere so
anxious to see M r Fogg once again.
M r Fogg had lost everything ju st as he was going to w in. He
had reached L iverpool at tw enty minutes to twelve on 21st
D ecem ber. He had until a quarter to nine to get to the R efo rm
Club — that is to say, nine hours and fifteen minutes — and the
jo u rn ey to London was one o f six hours.
Anybody w ho could have seen M r Fogg in the police station
w ould have found him sitting quietly, on a w ooden seat, w ithout
anger and perfectly calm. There he w aited. W hat was he w aiting
for? Had he any hope o f success?
M r Fogg had put his w atch carefully on a table in front o f him,
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him. In any case his position was a terrible one. There w ere only
two possibilities:
As an honest man, Phileas Fogg had lost everything that he
owned.
As a dishonest man, he had been caught.
Had he any idea o f escaping from his prison? Perhaps so, for at
a certain m om ent he w alked round the room exam ining it. But
the door was solidly locked, and the w indow could not be
opened. H e sat dow n again and waited.
O ne o ’clock struck. M r Fogg noticed that his watch was tw o
minutes faster than the clock.
Two o ’clock. I f he could board a train now, it w ould not be
too late to get to the R efo rm Club by twenty minutes to nine.
A t tw enty-eight minutes to three, a noise was heard outside, a
noise o f opening doors. H e could hear voices. The door opened,
and he saw Aouda, Passepartout and Fix, w ho ran towards him.
Fix was out o f breath, his hair was in disorder. He could hardly
speak.
‘S ir. . . s ir . . . forgive me . . . a m istake . . . som ebody w ho
looked like you . .. The t h i e f .. . arrested three days a g o . . . You
. . . a r e . . . free!’
Phileas Fogg was free. He w ent up to the detective. He looked
him full in the face, and then, m aking the only sudden m ovem ent
that he had ever made in his life, knocked the unfortunate
detective down.
Fix, lying on the ground, said nothing. He had got the reward
that he deserved. M r Fogg, Aouda and Passepartout w ent out.
They threw themselves into a carriage and in a few moments
reached Liverpool Station.
Phileas Fogg asked w hether there was a train leaving for
London. It was twenty minutes to three. The train had left thirty-
five minutes earlier. Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train.
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train could not leave before three o ’clock.
A t three o ’clock, Phileas Fogg, having said som ething to the
engine driver about a certain reward for speed, was on his w ay to
London in the company o f the young lady and his brave servant.
It was necessary to cover the distance betw een Liverpool and
London in five hours. This is quite possible w hen the line is clear
from end to end. B ut several times the train was forced to stop,
and w hen the train came into the station at London, every clock
showed the time to be ten minutes to nine.
Phileas Fogg, having com pleted his jo u rn ey round the world,
was five minutes late.
He had lost.

The next day the people w ho lived in Savile R o w w ould have

been very surprised i f they had been told that M r Fogg had com e
hom e. The doors and w indow s w ere all shut, and the house did
not lo o k as i f anyone w ere there.
W hen he had left the station, Phileas Fogg had given orders to
Passepartout to buy w hat was necessary for meals and he had then
gone hom e. He had received this final blow w ith his usual
calmness. All was lost, and the detective was to blame. H aving
successfully done w hat he had hoped to do, in spite o f all
difficulties and dangers, and w ith time to do good on the way, to
fail at the m om ent o f reaching the end o f his journey, to fail
because o f som ething m ost unexpected and w hich was no fault
o f his ow n; that was terrible. Hardly anything was left o f the large
sum that he had taken away w ith him. All the m oney he now had
in the w orld was the twenty thousand pounds lying in his bank,
and this he ow ed to m em bers o f the R efo rm Club. H aving spent
so m uch on his journey, the w inning o f the bet w ould not have
made him any richer —and it is probable that he had not wished

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to becom e any richer —but the losing o f the bet left him w ithout
any m oney at all. H e had made up his mind, though. He knew
w hat he was going to do.
A room in the house in Savile R o w was prepared for Aouda,
w ho was extrem ely unhappy. From certain words that she had
heard M r Fogg say, she guessed that he was thinking o f putting an
end to his life. For this reason Passepartout w atched his master
closely.
The night passed. M r Fogg had gone to bed, but had he slept?
A ouda could not sleep at all. Passepartout had watched, like a
loyal dog, at his master’s door all night.
N ext m orning M r Fogg called him and told him to make
A ouda’s breakfast. He asked to be excused from seeing her, as he
needed to put his business in order. H e w ould not com e down,
but in the evening he w ould like to speak to Aouda for a few
m oments.
Passepartout, having received these orders, had only to carry
them out. He looked at his master and was unable to leave the
room . His heart was heavy. He blamed him self m ore than ever for
this sad ending to the adventure. I f only he had w arned his master
about Fix’s plans, M r Fogg w ould certainly not have brought the
detective w ith him to Liverpool, and th e n . . .
‘M aster! M r Fogg!’ he cried. ‘Blame me. It is my fault that—’
‘I blame nobody,’ answered Phileas Fogg in the calmest o f
voices. ‘Go.’
Passepartout w ent to A ouda and gave the message. %
‘M y good friend, do not leave your master alone — not for a
m om ent.You say that he wants to see me this evening?’
‘Yes. I think that he wants to make arrangements for your
protection in England.’
‘Then w e’ll wait,’ said she.
D uring the day it was as i f nobody were living in the house.
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club? His old com panions there w ere not expecting him. As he
had not appeared at the club the evening before, at a quarter to
nine, his bet was lost.
At h alf past seven in the evening M r Fogg asked w hether
A ouda w ould receive him, and a few m om ents later they were
alone in the room .
For five minutes he said nothing.T hen, raising his eyes, he said:
‘W ill you forgive me for bringing you to England? W hen I had
the idea o f bringin g you away from the country that had becom e
so dangerous for you, I was rich and expected to offer you a part
o f my fortune. Your life w ould have been happy and free. N ow I
am poor.’
‘I know that, M r Fogg,’ answered the young lady,‘and I w ill ask
you this: w ill you forgive me for having follow ed you, and —w ho
knows —for having been one o f the causes o f your failure?’
‘You could not have stayed in India, and for your safety it was
necessary for you to get away.’
‘Then, M r Fogg,’ she w ent on, ‘it was not enough fo r you to
save me from a terrible death —you thought it your duty to take
care o f my future.’
‘That is so, but I have been unfortunate. In any case my plan is
to give you the little that I have left.’
‘But you, M r Fogg, w hat w ill you d o ?’
‘I am in need o f nothing for myself.’
‘But do you know w hat you are going to d o ?’
‘I shall do w hat it is right for me to do.’
‘In any case, a man such as you cannot ever be in real want.
Your friends—’
‘I have no friends.’
‘Then I am sorry for you, M r Fogg, for it is sad to be w ithout
friends. It is said that m isfortune can be borne w hen there are two
to bear it.’
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 ‘M r Fogg,’ she then said, getting up and holding out her hand
to him , ‘w ill you have me as your friend? W ill you have me as
your w ife ?’
At these words M r Fogg stood up. For a m om ent he shut his
eyes.W hen he opened them again, he said sim ply:‘I love you.Yes,
I love you and am yours!’
He called Passepartout, w h o came and saw his master and
A ouda holding hands. The Frenchman understood, and his face
filled w ith joy.
M r Fogg asked him w hether it was too late for him to call on
the R everend Samuel W ilson to make arrangements for a
marriage.
Passepartout smiled. ‘It is never too late,’ he said. It was five
minutes past eight. ‘It w ill be for tom orrow, Monday,’ he added.
‘For tom orrow, M onday?’ asked M r Fogg, lookin g at Aouda.
‘For tom orrow, M onday!’ she answered.
Passepartout ran out o f the house.

Chapter 20 A M istake in the Day

O n the Saturday evening the five gentlem en had m et at the

R eform Club at eight o ’clock.
W hen the clock showed tw enty-five minutes past eight,
Andrew Stuart got up and said: ‘Gentlem en, in twenty m inutes’
time M r Fogg must be here or he w ill lose his bet.’ %
‘At w hat time did the last train from Liverpool reach L ondon?’
asked Thomas Flanagan.
‘A t tw enty-three minutes past seven. The next train gets to
London at ten minutes past midnight.’
‘Well, gentlem en,’ said Andrew Stuart, ‘i f Phileas Fogg had
com e by the 7.23 he w ould already be here. We may safely say
that we have w on the bet.’

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 ‘We must wait,’ said one o f the o th ers.‘You know that M r Fogg
is a m an o f very exact habits. He never gets anywhere too late or
too early. I f he came into this room at the last m om ent I w ould
not be surprised.’
‘As for me,’ said Andrew Stuart, ‘even i f I saw him I w ouldn’t
believe it. He has certainly lost. The China, the only steamer by
w hich he could have com e from A m erica in time, reached
Liverpool yesterday. H ere is the list o f people w ho w ere on it, and
the name o f Phileas Fogg is not am ong them. I im agine that he
has hardly reached A m erica. H e w ill be at least tw enty days late.’
‘That is certain,’ said another. ‘Tom orrow we shall only have to
go to the bank and collect the money.’
The clock showed twenty minutes to nine.
‘Five minutes more,’ said Andrew Stuart.
The five friends look ed at each other. T heir hearts were
perhaps beating a little faster than usual; even am ong those w ho
were used to betting, this bet was for a very large sum o f money.
‘I w ould not give up my four thousand pounds,’ said Andrew
Stuart, ‘i f I were offered three thousand nine hundred and ninety-
nine pounds for it!’
At that m om ent the clock showed sixteen minutes to nine.
O nly one minute m ore and the bet w ould be w on. They began
to count the seconds.
At the fortieth second, nothing happened. At the fiftieth
second, nothing happened.
At the fifty-fifth second, a noise like thunder was heard outside
the room — a noise o f shouting.
At the fifty-seventh second, the d oor o f the room opened and,
before the hand o f the clock reached the sixtieth second, Phileas
Fogg appeared follow ed by a large crow d o f people w ho had
forced their way into the building. He said, in his usual calm
voice: ‘H ere I am, gentlem en.’
Yes! Phileas Fogg himself.

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 It w ill be rem em bered that at five minutes past eight —just
over twenty-three hours after the travellers had arrived in
London — Passepartout had been sent by his master to the
R everend Samuel W ilson to make arrangements for a certain
m arriage to take place the next day. H e had left the house full o f
jo y and happiness. The R everend Samuel W ilson was not at
hom e, so o f course Passepartout w aited. H e waited at least twenty
minutes.
It was tw enty-five minutes to nine w hen he left the m inister’s
house. But in w hat a state! His hair in disorder and w ithout a hat,
running and running as nobody had ever run before, knocking
people over as he ran. In three minutes he was back at the house
in Savile R ow , and he fell breathlessly into M r Fogg’s room . He
could not speak.
‘W hat’s the m atter?’ asked M r Fogg.
‘M aster. . . m arriage . . . impossible.’
‘Im possible?’
‘Impossible . . . for tom orrow.’
‘W h y?’
‘Because to m o rro w .. . is Sunday!’
‘Monday,’ answered M r Fogg.
‘N o . . . to d a y .. . Saturday.’
‘Saturday? Im possible!’
‘Yes, yes, yes!’ cried Passepartout. ‘You have made a mistake o f
one day. We reached London tw enty-four hours early. But we
have only ten m inutes!’
Passepartout took his master and pulled him out o f the room.
Phileas Fogg, carried o ff w ithout having time to think, left the
house, jum ped into a carriage, prom ised a hundred pounds to the
driver, and having run over tw o dogs and knocked against five
other carriages, reached the R efo rm Club.
The clock pointed to a quarter to nine w hen he came into the
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 Phileas Fogg had com pleted his jo u rn ey round the w orld in
eighty days. Phileas Fogg had w on the bet o f twenty thousand
pounds.
But how could such a careful man have made such a mistake?
H ow was it that he had believed it to be Saturday evening, 21st
D ecember, w hen it was only Friday, 20th December, seventy-nine
days since he had left?
The reason fo r the mistake is very simple.
Phileas Fogg had m ade his jo u rn ey by going east. As he
travelled towards the sun, the days g o t shorter by four minutes
every time he crossed one o f the 360 degrees by w hich the earth
is measured. In other words, w hile he saw the sun pass over him
eighty times, the members o f the R efo rm Club saw it pass only
seventy-nine times.
That is w hy on that day, w hich was Saturday and not Sunday,
the m em bers w ere w aiting for him. I f he had travelled towards
the west, he w ould have lost a day on the way and w ould have
reached London one day late.
Phileas Fogg had w on the twenty thousand pounds. But as he
had spent about nineteen thousand on the way, he had m ade little
profit. And o f the thousand pounds that was left, he gave h alf to
Passepartout and the other h alf to the unfortunate Fix, w hom he
now forgave.
That same evening M r Fogg, as calmly and coldly as usual, said
to A ouda: ‘D o you still w ant to m arry m e?’
‘M r Fogg,’ she answered, ‘it is I w ho ought to ask you that
question.You w ere poor; now you are rich.’
‘Excuse me,’ he said,‘but my fortune belongs to you. I f you had
not suggested this m arriage, my servant w ould not have gone to
the R everend Samuel W ilson; I w ould not have know n about the
mistake in the day, and
‘D ear M r Fogg,’ said the lady.
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The m arriage to o k place forty-eight hours later and Passepartout,

in a state o f joy, had the place o f honour by the lady’s side at the
church.
And w hat had Phileas Fogg gained by this jo u rn ey ?
‘N othing,’ you may say.
Very well, nothing! E xcept a beautiful and loving w ife w ho —
strange as it may seem —made him the happiest o f men.
And was that not w orth a jo u rn ey round the w orld?
 ACTIVITIES
Chapters 1 -4

Before you read

1 Imagine that you had to travel round the world in eighty days with
another student, and you could only go by land and sea. Look at a
map of the world and discuss these questions.
a Starting from your nearest big city, which route would you
take?
b What type of transport would you use?
c Which part of the journey would be the most difficult? Why?
2 Find these cities on a map of the world. (Some of them now have
different names, so you may need to check on the Internet.)
London Calais Brindisi Suez Aden Bombay Calcutta
Hong Kong Yokohama San Francisco New York
3 Look at the Word List at the back of the book. Find words for:
a people
b types of transport
c parts of a boat or ship

While you read

4 Put these events in Phileas Fogg’s life in the right order. Number
them 1-10.
a He buys an elephant.
b He arrives in Suez.
c He sees an Indian princess.
d He arrives at Aden.
e He hears about a bank robbery. *
f He arrives at the Pillaji temple.
g He meets an army officer.
h He employs a new servant.
i He makes a bet.
j He arrives in Bombay.

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After you read
5 Answer these questions.
Why does Phileas:
a go to the Reform Club every day?
b employ a new servant?
c want to travel around the world in eighty days?
d have his passport signed in different places?
e buy an elephant and hire a guide?
f go to the Pillaji temple?
Why does Passepartout:
g get into trouble in Bombay?
h say that Phileas has a kind heart?
Why does Mr Fix:
i follow Phileas?
j not arrest Phileas in Bombay?
6 Which of these words describe Phileas? Why?
punctual popular patient polite pessimistic peculiar
practical
7 Work with another student. Have this conversation at the Pillaji
temple.
Student A: You are a priest at the Pillaji temple. Explain your
custom s to Phileas. Tell him why Princess Aouda
must die.
Student B: You are Phileas. Show respect for the priest’s
customs, but try to persuade him to let the princess
live.

Chapters 5 -8

Before you read

8 Will Phileas and his companions save Princess Aouda? How?

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While you read
9 Are these sentences true (T) or false (F)?
a Passepartout’s plan saves Princess Aouda.
b Phileas and his companions travel to Allahabad by train............
c The guide thinks that Phileas is mean.
d Mr Fix has Phileas and Passepartout arrested in Calcutta.........
e Phileas knows that his tw o thousand pounds will not
be returned,
f Passepartout knows that Fix is a detective,
g The Rangoon arrives late in Hong Kong,
h Phileas takes Aouda to her uncle,
i Fix thinks that Passepartout is telling him the truth,
j Passepartout refuses to help Fix.

After you read

10 What misunderstandings are there between these people?
a Phileas and the judge in Calcutta
b Fix and Phileas
c Passepartout and Fix
11 How does Fix feel and why:
a when he first arrives in Calcutta?
b when the judge sends Phileas to prison?
c when Phileas offers bail?
d when Phileas gets on the Rangoon ?
e when he hears about Aouda’s uncle in Hong Kong?
f after his second conversation with Passepartout on the
Rangoon ?
g when bad weather hits the Rangoon ?
h when he hears Phileas’s conversation with the pilot in Hong
Kong?
i when he arrives in Hong Kong?
j when Passepartout gets drunk?

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12 Discuss these questions. What do you think?
a Is Fix a good detective? Why (not)?
b Should Passepartout tell Phileas about his conversations with
Fix? Why (not)?
c If you were Aouda, would you want to go with Phileas to
Europe? Why (not)?

Chapters 9 -1 2

Before you read

13 What problems do you think Passepartout’s drunkenness will
cause Phileas?

While you read

14 Circle the correct word.
a Phileas is annoyed/calm when he realises that the Carnatic has
left without him.
b Phileas finds a boat to take him toShanghai/Yokohama,
c Seven/Eight people sail on the Tankadere.
d W ithout the storm, the Tankadere would have travelled
thirty/seventy more miles,
e Passepartout travels to Yokohama on the Carnatic/Tankadere.
f In Yokohama, Passepartout plans to work as a cook/singer.
g Phileas knows/does not know where to find Passepartout,
h Passepartout tells/does not tell Phileas about Fix.
i The second part of the journey will probably be easier/more
difficult than the first,
j Fix cannot arrest Phileas on the steamer for San Francisco
because he is outside British law/does not have a warrant.
After you read
15 How are these important in this part of the story?
a John Bunsby c acrobats
b a cannon d British soil

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16 Who is talking to whom? What are they talking about?
a ‘ I have not the honour of knowing you.’
b ‘You will not be afraid?’
c ‘It really starts its journey at Shanghai.’
d ‘I count it as part of the cost of the journey.’
e ‘Signal to them.'
f ‘Why are you dressed like that?’
g ‘You see that my plan has changed.’
h ‘We can help each other.’
17 Match the tw o parts of the sentences.
a Phileas does not feel worried although
P assepartout...
b Phileas does not look disappointed although
the Carnatic ...
c Fix says that he feels disappointed although he ...
d Phileas cannot find another boat although he ...
e John Bunsby refuses to sail to Yokohama although
Phileas ...
f Phileas can still catch the American steamer
although he ...
g Phileas offers to pay for Fix’s journey although he ...
h The Tankadere reaches Shanghai although i t ...
i Passepartout jumps down from the stage although
he ...
j Fix behaves calmly although P assepartout...
1) makes him a good offer.
2) has hit him several times.
3) has already left.
4) hardly knows him.
5) searches for hours.
6) has been a stormy journey.
7) is in the middle of a human pyramid.
8) cannot get to Yokohama.
9) secretly feels happy.
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18 Work with another student. Have this conversation about Phileas.
Student A: You are Passepartout. You see that Aouda has fallen
in love with Phileas. You think that life as his wife
might be difficult. Tell her why.
Student B: You think that Phileas would be a perfect husband.
Tell Passepartout why.

Chapters 13-16

Before you read

19 What problems do you think Phileas might meet travelling by train
across the United States in winter?

White you read

20 Write in the missing word.
a In San Francisco, Passepartout buys s o m e ...........................
b The streets are crowded because there is a n ...........................
c The journey from San Francisco to New Yorkshould take
......................... days.
d The train stops for three hours because ......................... are
crossing the line.
e There is another delay because of an u n sa fe ...........................
f Phileas’s fight with Stamp W. Proctor is interrupted by the
sound of .......................... from outside the train.
g ......................... saves all the passengers’ lives.
h Phileas looks f o r .......................... with thirty soldiers.
i Fix decides to wait for Phileas w it h ...........................
j Phileas and his companions travel to ......................... by
sledge.

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After you read
21 There are twelve mistakes, which are underlined, in this short
description of this part of the story. Correct them.
In San Francisco, Phileas Fogg is hit by a big man with dark hair.
Later, after buying new clothes, Phileas and his companions get on
the train for Chicago. Fix suggests singing songs to stop Phileas
seeing Stamp W. Proctor, his friend. However, after a fifteen-mile
walk in the snow to avoid an unsafe bridge, Phileas sees Proctor
and agrees to have a drink with him. They are interrupted when
the train is attacked by robbers. Passepartout is taken prisoner
but Phileas rescues him while Aouda waits alone for them at Fort
Kearney Station. Finally they travel to Chicago by balloon because
they do not trust the train driver.
22 How are these places or people important in this part of the
story?
a Oakland Station f Fort Kearney Station
b Aouda g Mudge
c Medicine Bow h Omaha
d Foster i Chicago
e Plum Creek
23 Discuss these questions.
a What does Fix really think of Phileas? Why?
b What does Passepartout think of the United States? Why?
c Does Phileas show any bad qualities in this part of the story?
What are they?

Chapters 17-20
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Before you read
24 Discuss these questions with another student.
a Do you think that Phileas will win his bet with the gentlemen at
the Reform Club?
b What problems might he have on the last part of his journey?
c What do you think will happen to Aouda when she arrives in
England?

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While you read
25 Who or what are these sentences about?
a Phileas cannot find one. ..........................
b He feels guilty. ..........................
c He is locked in his cabin. ..........................
d Phileas buys it. ..........................
e Phileas uses it as fuel. ..........................
f Phileas and his companions arrive
there at dawn. ..........................
g Phileas hits him. ..........................
h Aouda and Passepartout are worried
that Phileas might do this. ..........................
i Passepartout cannot find him. ..........................
j If Aouda had not suggested this,
Phileas would have lost his bet.......................................................

After you read

26 At the end of the story, which of these people are happy? Why
(not)?
a Phileas d the gentlemen at the Reform
b Passepartout Club
c the captain of the Henrietta e Aouda
f Fix
27 How do these help Phileas to win his bet?
a Andrew Speedy e a special train
b the crew of the Henrietta f Aouda
c an express train g Passepartout
d a steamer carrying mail h his journey eastwards
28 Work with another student. Have this conversation at the Reform
Club at the end of the story.
Student A: You are a gentleman at the Reform Club. You think
that Phileas’s journey around the world was a waste
of time and money. Tell him why.
Student B: You are Phileas. You think that your journey was a
great success. Tell the gentleman why.

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W riting
29 Describe Phileas’s and Passepartout’s seven-day journey from
London to Suez.
30 You are Fix (Chapter 7). Write a report on Phileas Fogg’s activities
in India. Explain why you think that he is the London bank robber,
and why you are going to follow him to Hong Kong.
31 You are John Bunsby (Chapter 10). Describe your four-day journey
to Shanghai in your diary. Write a paragraph for each day.
32 You are Passepartout (Chapter 15). Write a letter to a friend, giving
your opinions on life in the United States. Would you like to live
there? Why (not).
33 Passepartout thinks that he is to blame for Phileas losing his bet
(Chapter 20). Do you agree with him? Why (not)?
34 You are a journalist. Write about Phileas Fogg’s return to London
and his wedding for your newspaper.
35 ‘Phileas Fogg is a perfect English gentleman but a sad human
being.’ Do you agree with this statement? Why (not)? Use
examples from the story to support your opinion.
36 You are Phileas. Passepartout wants to return to France, and
has asked you for a letter of recommendation. Write your letter,
describing for his future employer Passepartout’s qualities as a
servant.
37 You are Phileas. You need another servant after Passepartout
leaves. Write your advertisement. What qualities are you looking
for? What are the conditions of employment and rewards of the
job?
38 Did you enjoy this story? Would you recommend it to other readers?
Why (not)? Write about it for your school/college magazine. %

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 WORD LIST

acrobat (n) someone who entertains people by doing difficult physical

actions like jumps and balancing acts
arrest (n/v) the act o f taking someone to a police station because they
are believed to be guilty o f a crime
bail (n) money paid so that someone can leave prison until their trial
balloon (n) a large, strong bag filled with hot air or gas that can carry
passengers below it
bay (n) a part o f a coastline where the land curves in
boiler (n) a large container for boiling water to provide steam for an
engine
buffalo (n) an animal like a cow, that lives in Asia and Africa
cabin (n) a small room on a ship where you sleep
canal (n) a long, narrow man-made waterway for ships and boats
cannon (n) a large gun, fixed to the ground or on wheels
carriage (n) a vehicle pulled by horses; one o f the parts o f a train where
passengers sit
com panion (n) someone who you spend a lot o f time with
consul (n) an official who lives in a foreign city and helps citizens o f
his or her own country who are there
deck (n) the flat top part o f a ship that you can walk on
honourable (adj) behaving in a way that is morally right, which makes
people respect you; the H o n o u ra b le is a title for the children o f
some upper-class men and for some government officials
mast (n) a tall pole on which the sails o f a boat are hung
pyram id (n) a very old stone building with four walls that go up
towards a point at the top
reverend (n) a minister in the Christian church
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Pearson English R e ad e rs^
Round the World
in Eighty Days
Jules Verne
 Round the World in
Eighty Days

JULES VERNE
Level 5

Translated and retold by H. E. Palmer

Series Editors: Andy H opkins and Jocelyn Potter
 Contents

page
Introduction V

Chapter 1 M r Phileas Fogg and Passepartout 1

Chapter 2 Fix, the D etective 8

Chapter 3 The Train to Allahabad 14

Chapter 4 A Suttee 2 0

C hapter 5 Saving Aouda 24

Chapter 6 Stopped by the Police 28
C hapter 7 Calcutta to H ong Kong 35
C hapter 8 Passepartout Drinks Too M uch 42
Chapter 9 M r Fogg M isses the B oat 49
Chapter 10 The Storm 54
Chapter 11 Passepartout Has N o M oney 59
Chapter 12 Crossing the Pacific Ocean 67
Chapter 13 A Q uarrel in San Fransisco 71
Chapter 14 Full Speed! 77
C hapter 15 An Attack by Indians 84
C hapter 16 A Sledge w ith Sails 91

C hapter 17 M r Fogg Tries to Find a Ship 95

Chapter 18 M r Fogg Buys the Henrietta 100

Chapter 19 M r Fogg Is in Prison 104

Chapter 20 A M istake in the Day 110

Activities 116
 P e a r so n E d u c a t io n L im ite d
Edinburgh G ate, H arlow,
Essex C M 2 0 2JE, England
and A ssociated C om p an ies th rou gh ou t the w orld.

ISBN: 9 7 8 -1 - 4 0 5 8 -6 5 1 8 - 0

First published in the Longm an Sim plified English Series 1937

First published in the L ongm an Fiction Series 1993
T his adaptation first published by A ddison W esley L ongm an 1996
First published by Penguin B ooks 1999
T his ed ition published 2008

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 Introduction

Then they began to talk about how long it would take to go round the
world. Most o f them thought that three months would be needed, but
Phileas Fogg said that eighty days would be enough.
M r Stuart said that it was impossible, but Phileas Fogg said that he
was ready to go round the world himself in eighty days; and that he was
ready to start that same evening.

It is 1872 and Phileas Fogg, a quiet, orderly English gentlem an,

is living in London. His life is divided betw een his hom e and
his club, and follow s a daily pattern that never changes. His new
servant, Passepartout, w h o has jo in ed his service that same day,
is look in g forw ard to a quiet, settled existence. Then his master
arrives hom e and announces that, as a result o f a bet that he has
made, they are leaving im m ediately for a high-speed trip round
the world. A crazy race across continents and oceans follow s as
Phileas attempts to travel round the w orld in eighty days in order
to w in his bet. N o t surprisingly, he meets w ith many dangers and
unexpected delays. And there is a detective, M r Fix, w ho wants
to arrest him fo r a bank robbery in London. W ill Phileas succeed
in w inning his bet? As time passes, it begins to seem less and less
lik e ly .. .

Jules Verne is often considered to be the father o f science fiction.

His m ost popular w orks, originally w ritten in French, have been
translated into many languages and read and enjoyed all around
the world.
Verne was born in 1828 in N antes, a port on the French
Atlantic coast. H e w ent to school there, but at the age o f eleven
he tried to run away to sea. W hen he had been brought hom e by
his w orried parents, he prom ised them that in future he w ould

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travel only in his im agination — and he did, in fact, w rite m ore
than fifty very imaginative travel stories.
Verne’s father was a judge, and always intended his son to
follow in his footsteps. H e therefore encouraged Jules to go to
Paris to study law. However, by the time that he had com pleted
his degree, Jules was sure that his interest and his future w ere not
in the legal w orld at all, but in the w orld o f literature. He began
w riting the words for songs in musical plays. M ore importantly,
he w rote travellers’ stories for a magazine called the Musee des
Families, w hich showed him the true direction o f his talent. W hen
his father discovered that Jules was w riting instead o f studying
law, he im m ediately stopped all financial support fo r his son.
Jules was forced to w ork in the financial w orld, w hich he hated
(although he was quite g ood at it). D uring this period, he m et
the authors V ictor H ugo and Alexandre Dumas, w h o offered
him some advice on his w riting. O ne o fV ern e’s first plays was
produced w ith the support o f Alexandre Dumas, but it had little
success.
In 1857 Verne m arried H onorine M orel, w ho had recently
lost her husband. H onorine already had tw o young daughters,
and Verne and H onorin e then had a son o f their own. Although
Verne was earning only a very small am ount from his w riting,
H onorine encouraged him to continue until he achieved success.
Verne was an enthusiastic sailor until 1886, w hen he was shot
in the leg by a young relative w ho was mentally ill; fo r the rest
o f his life he w alked w ith difficulty. His last years w ere spent in
Amiens, w here he continued to w rite, and w here he also played
an active part in local governm ent. In 1892, he was honoured
by the French governm ent for his lifetim e o f w riting. Although
he was seriously ill and h alf blind towards the end o f his life, he
w orked until his death in M arch 1905. His funeral was attended
by m ore than 5,000 people.
In 1862 life was a struggle for the thirty-year-old Verne. He

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was m arried, w ith a child, and he had not yet found anyone w illing
to accept his books. H e had always been interested in new travel
possibilities and had previously w ritten about the opportunities
for exploring A frica in a hot air balloon, so he w rote a novel
called Five Weeks in a Balloon, but nobody was interested. It was
returned to him several times w ith the same com plaint: ‘It’s too
scientific.’ Fortunately, Verne had m et and becom e friends w ith
Pierre-Jules H etzel, one o f the m ost im portant people in the
w orld o f books in France at the time. (H etzel was responsible for
bringing out the books o f many fam ous w riters, including V ictor
H ugo and G eorge Sand.) W ith H etzel’s help, Verne rew rote the
story, m aking it less serious and m ore hum orous. Five Weeks in a
Balloon cam e out at last in 1863, and was a great success.
Verne had finally shown that he had found a popular way o f
w riting about the subjects that interested him. In the follow ing
years he w rote many other adventure stories, the m ost famous
o f w hich are A Journey to the Centre o f the Earth (1864), Twenty
Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (1870) and Round the World in
Eighty Days (1873). As a result o f these three books in particular
(which are know n together as ‘The Extraordinary Journeys’),
Verne made enough m oney to spend the rest o f life w riting.
M ost o f his wealth, however, came from the stage plays o f Round
the World in Eighty Days and a later b o o k , Michael Strogoff (1876),
w hich he w rote w ith Adolph d’Ennery.
D uring the 19th century, transport systems all around the
w orld w ere developing very quickly. Steam was becom ing
im portant as a m ethod o f pow ering trains and ships, and this led
to great changes in the w ay that people travelled. By the 1860s,
thousands o f kilom etres o f railway had been built across Europe
and A m erica, and main lines w ere planned in Asia and Africa.
Travellers were excited by the possibilities that these new types
o f transport w ere offering them.Verne shared this excitem ent and
com m unicated it successfully to his readers.
Round the World in Eighty Days is Verne’s best-loved book. It has
the w inning com bination o f adventure in m ysterious, far-away
places, scientific discovery and humour. The story originally
appeared in parts in the Paris newspaper Le Temps. As the story
developed, it caused so much excitem ent am ong readers that
many people believed that the bet and the jo u rn ey described
in the story were real. Ever since Round the World in Eighty Days
appeared, people have been so enthusiastic about the story that
they have frequently attem pted to copy Phileas Fogg’s jou rn ey in
real life.
At the time o f the story, many o f the countries and places
visited by Fogg and his com panions — Suez, India, Singapore
and Flong Kong — w ere controlled by Britain. This adds to the
excitem ent o f the story as Fogg is chased by British justice in
the shape o f M r Fix, a detective w ho believes that Phileas is an
escaping bank robber. M r Fix is legally able to arrest Fogg in any
o f these places — i f he can get an arrest warrant from London in
time! The main interest in the story, however, is the excitem ent o f
the race against time w hich Phileas Fogg has set him self — a race
w hich still fires the im agination o f readers o f all ages.
The story has been film ed several times; the earliest film was in
19 14 . Perhaps the m ost fam ous was made in H ollyw ood in 1956,
with several w orld-fam ous singers and actors o f the time happy to
play very small parts. For exam ple, the great singer Frank Sinatra
is on screen for ju st a couple o f minutes as a piano player. David
N iven plays the part o f Phileas Fogg. The m ost recent film o f the
story for cinem a was in 2002, w ith Steve C oogan as the hero.

One reason for Jules Verne’s continuing popularity today, more

than a hundred years after his death, is his great ability to lo o k
into the future and see w hat possibilities science m ight bring.
For example, in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Captain
N em o ’s underwater ship is pow ered by a chem ical process that

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can get electricity from sea water. O ne character in the story says,
‘Yes, my friends, I believe that water w ill one day be employed
as fuel. W ater w ill be the coal o f the future.’ W hen we look back
now at w hat he w rote, we can see that many o f his dreams o f
the future have becom e reality. He w rote o f flying machines that
could travel to the stars, aeroplanes that flew by using spinning
blades, and ships that could move under water.
In 1863, the year o f his first great success as a w riter, Verne
w rote a novel called Paris in the 20th Century. It is about a young
m an w ho lives in a w orld o f tall, glass buildings, high-speed trains,
gas-pow ered cars, calculators and a w orldw ide com m unication
system. In spite o f all these w onderful new inventions, the young
man is unable to find happiness and m eets a tragic end. H etzel
thought that the pessimistic nature o f the story w ould damage
Verne’s career. H e advised his friend not to bring the b o o k out
for another twenty years. Verne put the story in a safe place, and
then forgot about it. It was discovered by his great-grandson in
1989, and w ent on sale in b o o k shops for the first time in 1994.

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 Round the W o rld in Eighty Days

Phileas Fogg is living quietly in London. Then he makes a b e t th a t

he can travel around th e w o rld in eighty days. J h e result is a crazy,
exciting race against tim e across Europe, Asia and A m erica. There
are many dangers along th e way - and a detective w h o wants to
arre st him!

Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter

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