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by Jules Verne

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Chapter XXXIV


Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up in the Custom House,

and he was to he transferred to London the next day.

Passepartout, when he saw his master arrested, would have

fallen upon Fix had he not been held back by some policemen.

Aouda was thunderstruck at the suddenness of an event which

she could not understand. Passepartout explained to her how

it was that the honest and courageous Fogg was arrested as a robber.

The young woman's heart revolted against so heinous a charge,

and when she saw that she could attempt to do nothing to save

her protector, she wept bitterly.

As for Fix, he had arrested Mr. Fogg because it was his duty,

whether Mr. Fogg were guilty or not.

The thought then struck Passepartout, that he was the cause of this

new misfortune! Had he not concealed Fix's errand from his master?

When Fix revealed his true character and purpose, why had he not told

Mr. Fogg? If the latter had been warned, he would no doubt have given

Fix proof of his innocence, and satisfied him of his mistake; at least,

Fix would not have continued his journey at the expense and on the heels

of his master, only to arrest him the moment he set foot on English soil.

Passepartout wept till he was blind, and felt like blowing his brains out.

Aouda and he had remained, despite the cold, under the portico

of the Custom House. Neither wished to leave the place;

both were anxious to see Mr. Fogg again.

That gentleman was really ruined, and that at the moment

when he was about to attain his end. This arrest was fatal.

Having arrived at Liverpool at twenty minutes before

twelve on the 21st of December, he had till a quarter before nine

that evening to reach the Reform Club, that is, nine hours and a quarter;

the journey from Liverpool to London was six hours.

If anyone, at this moment, had entered the Custom House,

he would have found Mr. Fogg seated, motionless, calm, and without

apparent anger, upon a wooden bench. He was not, it is true,

resigned; but this last blow failed to force him into an outward

betrayal of any emotion. Was he being devoured by one of those

secret rages, all the more terrible because contained, and which

only burst forth, with an irresistible force, at the last moment?

No one could tell. There he sat, calmly waiting--for what?

Did he still cherish hope? Did he still believe, now that the door

of this prison was closed upon him, that he would succeed?

However that may have been, Mr. Fogg carefully put his watch

upon the table, and observed its advancing hands. Not a word

escaped his lips, but his look was singularly set and stern.

The situation, in any event, was a terrible one, and might be

thus stated: if Phileas Fogg was honest he was ruined; if he

was a knave, he was caught.

Did escape occur to him? Did he examine to see if there were

any practicable outlet from his prison? Did he think of escaping

from it? Possibly; for once he walked slowly around the room.

But the door was locked, and the window heavily barred with

iron rods. He sat down again, and drew his journal from his pocket.

On the line where these words were written, "21st December,

Saturday, Liverpool," he added, "80th day, 11.40 a.m.," and waited.

The Custom House clock struck one. Mr. Fogg observed that his watch

was two hours too fast.

Two hours! Admitting that he was at this moment taking an

express train, he could reach London and the Reform Club

by a quarter before nine, p.m. His forehead slightly wrinkled.

At thirty-three minutes past two he heard a singular noise outside,

then a hasty opening of doors. Passepartout's voice was audible,

and immediately after that of Fix. Phileas Fogg's eyes brightened

for an instant.

The door swung open, and he saw Passepartout, Aouda, and Fix,

who hurried towards him.

Fix was out of breath, and his hair was in disorder. He could not speak.

"Sir," he stammered, "sir--forgive me--most-- unfortunate resemblance--

robber arrested three days ago--you are free!"

Phileas Fogg was free! He walked to the detective, looked him steadily

in the face, and with the only rapid motion he had ever made in his life,

or which he ever would make, drew back his arms, and with the precision

of a machine knocked Fix down.

"Well hit!" cried Passepartout, "Parbleu! that's what

you might call a good application of English fists!"

Fix, who found himself on the floor, did not utter a word.

He had only received his deserts. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout

left the Custom House without delay, got into a cab, and in a few

moments descended at the station.

Phileas Fogg asked if there was an express train

about to leave for London. It was forty minutes past two.

The express train had left thirty-five minutes before.

Phileas Fogg then ordered a special train.

There were several rapid locomotives on hand; but the railway arrangements

did not permit the special train to leave until three o'clock.

At that hour Phileas Fogg, having stimulated the engineer by

the offer of a generous reward, at last set out towards London

with Aouda and his faithful servant.

It was necessary to make the journey in five hours and a half;

and this would have been easy on a clear road throughout.

But there were forced delays, and when Mr. Fogg stepped

from the train at the terminus, all the clocks in London

were striking ten minutes before nine."

Having made the tour of the world, he was behind-hand

five minutes. He had lost the wager!



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