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"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really
astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia.
"Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong!
Are you going round the world too?"
"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong--at least for some days."
"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed.
"But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?"
"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness--I've been staying in my berth.
The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean.
And how is Mr. Fogg?"
"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time!
But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us."
"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend
what was said.
Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair
at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for
two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence
of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg
and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar
with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all
that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed
to find so interested a listener.
"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?"
"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection
of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."
"Nothing to be done there," said Fix to himself, concealing his disappointment.
"A glass of gin, Mr. Passepartout?"
"Willingly, Monsieur Fix. We must at least have a friendly glass
on board the Rangoon."
Chapter XVII
SHOWING WHAT HAPPENED ON THE VOYAGE FROM SINGAPORE TO HONG KONG
The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview,
though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion
to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse
of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined
himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or, according to his
inveterate habit, took a hand at whist.
Passepartout began very seriously to conjecture what strange
chance kept Fix still on the route that his master was pursuing.
It was really worth considering why this certainly very amiable
and complacent person, whom he had first met at Suez, had then
encountered on board the Mongolia, who disembarked at Bombay,
which he announced as his destination, and now turned up so
unexpectedly on the Rangoon, was following Mr. Fogg's tracks step
by step. What was Fix's object? Passepartout was ready to wager his
Indian shoes--which he religiously preserved--that Fix would also leave
Hong Kong at the same time with them, and probably on the same steamer.
Passepartout might have cudgelled his brain for a century without
hitting upon the real object which the detective had in view.
He never could have imagined that Phileas Fogg was being tracked
as a robber around the globe. But, as it is in human nature to attempt
the solution of every mystery, Passepartout suddenly discovered
an explanation of Fix's movements, which was in truth far from unreasonable.
Fix, he thought, could only be an agent of Mr. Fogg's friends
at the Reform Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain
that he really went round the world as had been agreed upon.
"It's clear!" repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud of his shrewdness.
"He's a spy sent to keep us in view! That isn't quite the thing, either,
to be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform,
this shall cost you dear!"
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