第 二十四 章 · DURING WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN

DURING WHICH MR. FOGG AND PARTY CROSS THE PACIFIC OCEAN

What happened when the pilot-boat came in sight of Shanghai will be

easily guessed. The signals made by the “Tankadere” had been seen by

the captain of the Yokohama steamer, who, espying the flag at

half-mast, had directed his course towards the little craft. Phileas

Fogg, after paying the stipulated price of his passage to John Busby,

and rewarding that worthy with the additional sum of five hundred and

fifty pounds, ascended the steamer with Aouda and Fix; and they started

at once for Nagasaki and Yokohama.

They reached their destination on the morning of the 14th of November.

Phileas Fogg lost no time in going on board the “Carnatic,” where he

learned, to Aouda’s great delight—and perhaps to his own, though he

betrayed no emotion—that Passepartout, a Frenchman, had really arrived

on her the day before.

The San Francisco steamer was announced to leave that very evening, and

it became necessary to find Passepartout, if possible, without delay.

Mr. Fogg applied in vain to the French and English consuls, and, after

wandering through the streets a long time, began to despair of finding

his missing servant. Chance, or perhaps a kind of presentiment, at last

led him into the Honourable Mr. Batulcar’s theatre. He certainly would

not have recognised Passepartout in the eccentric mountebank’s costume;

but the latter, lying on his back, perceived his master in the gallery.

He could not help starting, which so changed the position of his nose

as to bring the “pyramid” pell-mell upon the stage.

All this Passepartout learned from Aouda, who recounted to him what had

taken place on the voyage from Hong Kong to Shanghai on the

“Tankadere,” in company with one Mr. Fix.

Passepartout did not change countenance on hearing this name. He

thought that the time had not yet arrived to divulge to his master what

had taken place between the detective and himself; and, in the account

he gave of his absence, he simply excused himself for having been

overtaken by drunkenness, in smoking opium at a tavern in Hong Kong.

Mr. Fogg heard this narrative coldly, without a word; and then

furnished his man with funds necessary to obtain clothing more in

harmony with his position. Within an hour the Frenchman had cut off his

nose and parted with his wings, and retained nothing about him which

recalled the sectary of the god Tingou.

The steamer which was about to depart from Yokohama to San Francisco

belonged to the Pacific Mail Steamship Company, and was named the

“General Grant.” She was a large paddle-wheel steamer of two thousand

five hundred tons; well equipped and very fast. The massive

walking-beam rose and fell above the deck; at one end a piston-rod

worked up and down; and at the other was a connecting-rod which, in

changing the rectilinear motion to a circular one, was directly

connected with the shaft of the paddles. The “General Grant” was rigged

with three masts, giving a large capacity for sails, and thus

materially aiding the steam power. By making twelve miles an hour, she

would cross the ocean in twenty-one days. Phileas Fogg was therefore

justified in hoping that he would reach San Francisco by the 2nd of

December, New York by the 11th, and London on the 20th—thus gaining

several hours on the fatal date of the 21st of December.

There was a full complement of passengers on board, among them English,

many Americans, a large number of coolies on their way to California,

and several East Indian officers, who were spending their vacation in

making the tour of the world. Nothing of moment happened on the voyage;

the steamer, sustained on its large paddles, rolled but little, and the

“Pacific” almost justified its name. Mr. Fogg was as calm and taciturn

as ever. His young companion felt herself more and more attached to him

by other ties than gratitude; his silent but generous nature impressed

her more than she thought; and it was almost unconsciously that she

yielded to emotions which did not seem to have the least effect upon

her protector. Aouda took the keenest interest in his plans, and became

impatient at any incident which seemed likely to retard his journey.

She often chatted with Passepartout, who did not fail to perceive the

state of the lady’s heart; and, being the most faithful of domestics,

he never exhausted his eulogies of Phileas Fogg’s honesty, generosity,

and devotion. He took pains to calm Aouda’s doubts of a successful

termination of the journey, telling her that the most difficult part of

it had passed, that now they were beyond the fantastic countries of

Japan and China, and were fairly on their way to civilised places

again. A railway train from San Francisco to New York, and a

transatlantic steamer from New York to Liverpool, would doubtless bring

them to the end of this impossible journey round the world within the

period agreed upon.

On the ninth day after leaving Yokohama, Phileas Fogg had traversed

exactly one half of the terrestrial globe. The “General Grant” passed,

on the 23rd of November, the one hundred and eightieth meridian, and

was at the very antipodes of London. Mr. Fogg had, it is true,

exhausted fifty-two of the eighty days in which he was to complete the

tour, and there were only twenty-eight left. But, though he was only

half-way by the difference of meridians, he had really gone over

two-thirds of the whole journey; for he had been obliged to make long

circuits from London to Aden, from Aden to Bombay, from Calcutta to

Singapore, and from Singapore to Yokohama. Could he have followed

without deviation the fiftieth parallel, which is that of London, the

whole distance would only have been about twelve thousand miles;

whereas he would be forced, by the irregular methods of locomotion, to

traverse twenty-six thousand, of which he had, on the 23rd of November,

accomplished seventeen thousand five hundred. And now the course was a

straight one, and Fix was no longer there to put obstacles in their

way!

It happened also, on the 23rd of November, that Passepartout made a

joyful discovery. It will be remembered that the obstinate fellow had

insisted on keeping his famous family watch at London time, and on

regarding that of the countries he had passed through as quite false

and unreliable. Now, on this day, though he had not changed the hands,

he found that his watch exactly agreed with the ship’s chronometers.

His triumph was hilarious. He would have liked to know what Fix would

say if he were aboard!

“The rogue told me a lot of stories,” repeated Passepartout, “about the

meridians, the sun, and the moon! Moon, indeed! moonshine more likely!

If one listened to that sort of people, a pretty sort of time one would

keep! I was sure that the sun would some day regulate itself by my

watch!”

Passepartout was ignorant that, if the face of his watch had been

divided into twenty-four hours, like the Italian clocks, he would have

no reason for exultation; for the hands of his watch would then,

instead of as now indicating nine o’clock in the morning, indicate nine

o’clock in the evening, that is, the twenty-first hour after midnight

precisely the difference between London time and that of the one

hundred and eightieth meridian. But if Fix had been able to explain

this purely physical effect, Passepartout would not have admitted, even

if he had comprehended it. Moreover, if the detective had been on board

at that moment, Passepartout would have joined issue with him on a

quite different subject, and in an entirely different manner.

Where was Fix at that moment?

He was actually on board the “General Grant.”

On reaching Yokohama, the detective, leaving Mr. Fogg, whom he expected

to meet again during the day, had repaired at once to the English

consulate, where he at last found the warrant of arrest. It had

followed him from Bombay, and had come by the “Carnatic,” on which

steamer he himself was supposed to be. Fix’s disappointment may be

imagined when he reflected that the warrant was now useless. Mr. Fogg

had left English ground, and it was now necessary to procure his

extradition!

“Well,” thought Fix, after a moment of anger, “my warrant is not good

here, but it will be in England. The rogue evidently intends to return

to his own country, thinking he has thrown the police off his track.

Good! I will follow him across the Atlantic. As for the money, heaven

grant there may be some left! But the fellow has already spent in

travelling, rewards, trials, bail, elephants, and all sorts of charges,

more than five thousand pounds. Yet, after all, the Bank is rich!”

His course decided on, he went on board the “General Grant,” and was

there when Mr. Fogg and Aouda arrived. To his utter amazement, he

recognised Passepartout, despite his theatrical disguise. He quickly

concealed himself in his cabin, to avoid an awkward explanation, and

hoped—thanks to the number of passengers—to remain unperceived by Mr.

Fogg’s servant.

On that very day, however, he met Passepartout face to face on the

forward deck. The latter, without a word, made a rush for him, grasped

him by the throat, and, much to the amusement of a group of Americans,

who immediately began to bet on him, administered to the detective a

perfect volley of blows, which proved the great superiority of French

over English pugilistic skill.

When Passepartout had finished, he found himself relieved and

comforted. Fix got up in a somewhat rumpled condition, and, looking at

his adversary, coldly said, “Have you done?”

“For this time—yes.”

“Then let me have a word with you.”

“But I—”

“In your master’s interests.”

Passepartout seemed to be vanquished by Fix’s coolness, for he quietly

followed him, and they sat down aside from the rest of the passengers.

“You have given me a thrashing,” said Fix. “Good, I expected it. Now,

listen to me. Up to this time I have been Mr. Fogg’s adversary. I am

now in his game.”

“Aha!” cried Passepartout; “you are convinced he is an honest man?”

“No,” replied Fix coldly, “I think him a rascal. Sh! don’t budge, and

let me speak. As long as Mr. Fogg was on English ground, it was for my

interest to detain him there until my warrant of arrest arrived. I did

everything I could to keep him back. I sent the Bombay priests after

him, I got you intoxicated at Hong Kong, I separated you from him, and

I made him miss the Yokohama steamer.”

Passepartout listened, with closed fists.

“Now,” resumed Fix, “Mr. Fogg seems to be going back to England. Well,

I will follow him there. But hereafter I will do as much to keep

obstacles out of his way as I have done up to this time to put them in

his path. I’ve changed my game, you see, and simply because it was for

my interest to change it. Your interest is the same as mine; for it is

only in England that you will ascertain whether you are in the service

of a criminal or an honest man.”

Passepartout listened very attentively to Fix, and was convinced that

he spoke with entire good faith.

“Are we friends?” asked the detective.

“Friends?—no,” replied Passepartout; “but allies, perhaps. At the least

sign of treason, however, I’ll twist your neck for you.”

“Agreed,” said the detective quietly.

Eleven days later, on the 3rd of December, the “General Grant” entered

the bay of the Golden Gate, and reached San Francisco.

Mr. Fogg had neither gained nor lost a single day.