Fix Comes Face to Face With Phileas Fogg

While these events were passing at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg, unconscious of the danger he was in of losing the steamer, was quietly escorting Aouda about the streets of the English quarter, making the necessary purchases for the long voyage before them. It was all very well for an Englishman like Mr. Fogg to make the tour of the world with a carpet-bag; a lady could not be expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He acquitted his task with characteristic serenity, and invariably replied to the remonstrances of his fair companion, who was confused by his patience and generosity:

While these events were unfolding at the opium-house, Mr. Fogg was unaware that he was in danger of missing the steamer. He was calmly accompanying Aouda through the streets of the English quarter. They were buying what they needed for the long voyage ahead. An Englishman like Mr. Fogg could travel around the world with a carpet-bag. But a lady could not be expected to travel comfortably under such conditions. He carried out the task with his usual calm. His companion was embarrassed by his patience and generosity and protested, but he always replied:

“It is in the interest of my journey—a part of my programme.”

“It is for the sake of my journey. It is part of my plan.”

The purchases made, they returned to the hotel, where they dined at a sumptuously served table-d’hôte; after which Aouda, shaking hands with her protector after the English fashion, retired to her room for rest. Mr. Fogg absorbed himself throughout the evening in the perusal of the Times and Illustrated London News.

After making their purchases, they returned to the hotel. There they enjoyed a lavishly served table-d’hôte dinner. Afterward, Aouda shook hands with her protector in the English fashion and went to her room to rest. Mr. Fogg spent the entire evening reading the Times and Illustrated London News.

Had he been capable of being astonished at anything, it would have been not to see his servant return at bedtime. But, knowing that the steamer was not to leave for Yokohama until the next morning, he did not disturb himself about the matter. When Passepartout did not appear the next morning to answer his master’s bell, Mr. Fogg, not betraying the least vexation, contented himself with taking his carpet-bag, calling Aouda, and sending for a palanquin.

If anything could have astonished him, it would have been his servant’s failure to return by bedtime. But he knew the steamer would not leave for Yokohama until the next morning, so he did not worry. The next morning, Passepartout did not answer his master’s bell. Mr. Fogg showed no sign of annoyance. He simply took his carpet-bag, called Aouda, and sent for a palanquin.

It was then eight o’clock; at half-past nine, it being then high tide, the “Carnatic” would leave the harbour. Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the palanquin, their luggage being brought after on a wheelbarrow, and half an hour later stepped upon the quay whence they were to embark. Mr. Fogg then learned that the “Carnatic” had sailed the evening before. He had expected to find not only the steamer, but his domestic, and was forced to give up both; but no sign of disappointment appeared on his face, and he merely remarked to Aouda, “It is an accident, madam; nothing more.”

It was eight o’clock. The “Carnatic” was due to leave the harbor at half past nine, when the tide would be high. Mr. Fogg and Aouda got into the palanquin, and their luggage followed on a wheelbarrow. Half an hour later, they stepped onto the quay where they were to board. Mr. Fogg then learned that the “Carnatic” had sailed the evening before. He had expected to find both the steamer and his servant, but now he had to give up on both. Still, his face showed no disappointment. He merely said to Aouda, “It is an accident, madam. Nothing more.”

At this moment a man who had been observing him attentively approached. It was Fix, who, bowing, addressed Mr. Fogg: “Were you not, like me, sir, a passenger by the ‘Rangoon,’ which arrived yesterday?”

At that moment, a man who had been watching him closely approached. It was Fix. He bowed and spoke to Mr. Fogg: “Sir, weren’t you, like me, a passenger on the ‘Rangoon’ that arrived yesterday?”

“I was, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg coldly. “But I have not the honour—”

“I was, sir,” Mr. Fogg replied coldly. “But I don't have the pleasure...”

“Pardon me; I thought I should find your servant here.”

“Excuse me. I thought I would find your servant here.”

“Do you know where he is, sir?” asked Aouda anxiously.

“Do you know where he is, sir?” Aouda asked anxiously.

“What!” responded Fix, feigning surprise. “Is he not with you?”

“What!” replied Fix, pretending to be surprised. “Isn't he with you?”

“No,” said Aouda. “He has not made his appearance since yesterday. Could he have gone on board the ‘Carnatic’ without us?”

“No,” said Aouda. “He hasn't appeared since yesterday. Could he have boarded the ‘Carnatic’ without us?”

“Without you, madam?” answered the detective. “Excuse me, did you intend to sail in the ‘Carnatic’?”

“Without you, ma’am?” the detective replied. “Excuse me, were you planning to sail on the ‘Carnatic’?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“So did I, madam, and I am excessively disappointed. The ‘Carnatic’, its repairs being completed, left Hong Kong twelve hours before the stated time, without any notice being given; and we must now wait a week for another steamer.”

“So did I, madam, and I’m very disappointed. The ‘Carnatic’ finished its repairs and left Hong Kong twelve hours ahead of schedule, without any notice. So we must now wait a week for another steamship.”

As he said “a week” Fix felt his heart leap for joy. Fogg detained at Hong Kong for a week! There would be time for the warrant to arrive, and fortune at last favoured the representative of the law. His horror may be imagined when he heard Mr. Fogg say, in his placid voice, “But there are other vessels besides the ‘Carnatic,’ it seems to me, in the harbour of Hong Kong.”

When he said “a week,” Fix’s heart leaped with joy. Fogg delayed in Hong Kong for a week! There would be time for the warrant to arrive. At last, fortune favored the representative of the law. One can imagine Fix’s horror when he heard Mr. Fogg say calmly, “But there are other ships besides the ‘Carnatic,’ it seems to me, in Hong Kong harbor.”

And, offering his arm to Aouda, he directed his steps toward the docks in search of some craft about to start. Fix, stupefied, followed; it seemed as if he were attached to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread. Chance, however, appeared really to have abandoned the man it had hitherto served so well. For three hours Phileas Fogg wandered about the docks, with the determination, if necessary, to charter a vessel to carry him to Yokohama; but he could only find vessels which were loading or unloading, and which could not therefore set sail. Fix began to hope again.

Offering his arm to Aouda, he headed toward the docks to look for a boat about to leave. Fix followed, stunned. He seemed bound to Mr. Fogg by an invisible thread. But luck seemed finally to have abandoned the man it had served so well until now. For three hours, Phileas Fogg wandered around the docks, determined to charter a ship to Yokohama if necessary. But he found only ships that were loading or unloading and could not set sail. Fix began to hope again.

But Mr. Fogg, far from being discouraged, was continuing his search, resolved not to stop if he had to resort to Macao, when he was accosted by a sailor on one of the wharves.

But Mr. Fogg was not discouraged and continued his search. He was determined not to stop, even if he had to go to Macao. Then a sailor approached him on one of the docks.

“Is your honour looking for a boat?”

“Are you looking for a boat, sir?”

“Have you a boat ready to sail?”

“Do you have a boat ready to sail?”

“Yes, your honour; a pilot-boat—No. 43—the best in the harbour.”

“Yes, sir. A pilot boat, No. 43, the best in the harbor.”

“Does she go fast?”

“Does she go fast?”

“Between eight and nine knots the hour. Will you look at her?”

“Between eight and nine knots. Just look at her!”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Your honour will be satisfied with her. Is it for a sea excursion?”

“You'll be satisfied with her, sir. Is she for a sea trip?”

“No; for a voyage.”

“No, for a trip.”

“A voyage?”

“A trip?”

“Yes, will you agree to take me to Yokohama?”

“Yes, will you take me to Yokohama?”

The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide, and said, “Is your honour joking?”

The sailor leaned on the railing, opened his eyes wide, and said, “Are you joking, sir?”

“No. I have missed the ‘Carnatic,’ and I must get to Yokohama by the 14th at the latest, to take the boat for San Francisco.”

“No. I missed the ‘Carnatic,’ and I have to reach Yokohama by the 14th at the latest. I need to catch the boat to San Francisco.”

“I am sorry,” said the sailor; “but it is impossible.”

“I’m sorry,” said the sailor, “but it’s impossible.”

“I offer you a hundred pounds per day, and an additional reward of two hundred pounds if I reach Yokohama in time.”

“I’ll pay you a hundred pounds a day, plus another two hundred pounds if I reach Yokohama on time.”

“Are you in earnest?”

“Are you serious?”

“Very much so.”

“Very much so.”

The pilot walked away a little distance, and gazed out to sea, evidently struggling between the anxiety to gain a large sum and the fear of venturing so far. Fix was in mortal suspense.

The pilot walked a short distance away and looked out to sea. He seemed torn between wanting to earn a large sum and fearing the long journey. Fix waited in terrible suspense.

Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked her, “You would not be afraid, would you, madam?”

Mr. Fogg turned to Aouda and asked, “You wouldn’t be afraid, would you, madam?”

“Not with you, Mr. Fogg,” was her answer.

“Not with you, Mr. Fogg,” she replied.

The pilot now returned, shuffling his hat in his hands.

The pilot returned, turning his hat in his hands.

“Well, pilot?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Well, pilot?” said Mr. Fogg.

“Well, your honour,” replied he, “I could not risk myself, my men, or my little boat of scarcely twenty tons on so long a voyage at this time of year. Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time, for it is sixteen hundred and sixty miles from Hong Kong.”

“Well, sir,” he replied, “I could not risk my life, my men, or my little boat on such a long voyage at this time of year. My boat is barely twenty tons. Besides, we could not reach Yokohama in time because it is sixteen hundred and sixty miles from Hong Kong.”

“Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg.

“Only sixteen hundred,” said Mr. Fogg.

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s the same thing.”

Fix breathed more freely.

Fix breathed more easily.

“But,” added the pilot, “it might be arranged another way.”

“But,” the pilot added, “it might be arranged another way.”

Fix ceased to breathe at all.

Fix stopped breathing altogether.

“How?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“How?” asked Mr. Fogg.

“By going to Nagasaki, at the extreme south of Japan, or even to Shanghai, which is only eight hundred miles from here. In going to Shanghai we should not be forced to sail wide of the Chinese coast, which would be a great advantage, as the currents run northward, and would aid us.”

“By going to Nagasaki, in the far south of Japan, or even to Shanghai, only eight hundred miles from here. If we go to Shanghai, we won’t have to sail far from the Chinese coast. That would be a great advantage, because the currents flow northward and would help us.”

“Pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, “I must take the American steamer at Yokohama, and not at Shanghai or Nagasaki.”

“Pilot,” said Mr. Fogg, “I must catch the American steamship at Yokohama, not at Shanghai or Nagasaki.”

“Why not?” returned the pilot. “The San Francisco steamer does not start from Yokohama. It puts in at Yokohama and Nagasaki, but it starts from Shanghai.”

“Why not?” replied the pilot. “The steamship to San Francisco doesn't start from Yokohama. It stops at Yokohama and Nagasaki, but it starts from Shanghai.”

“You are sure of that?”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Perfectly.”

“Perfectly.”

“And when does the boat leave Shanghai?”

“And when does the boat leave Shanghai?”

“On the 11th, at seven in the evening. We have, therefore, four days before us, that is ninety-six hours; and in that time, if we had good luck and a south-west wind, and the sea was calm, we could make those eight hundred miles to Shanghai.”

“On the 11th, at seven in the evening. So we have four days, or ninety-six hours. In that time, we could cover the eight hundred miles to Shanghai if we had good luck, a southwest wind, and calm seas.”

“And you could go—”

“And you could go...”

“In an hour; as soon as provisions could be got aboard and the sails put up.”

“In an hour, as soon as supplies could be loaded aboard and the sails raised.”

“It is a bargain. Are you the master of the boat?”

“It’s a deal. Are you the captain of the boat?”

“Yes; John Bunsby, master of the ‘Tankadere.’”

“Yes, John Bunsby, captain of the ‘Tankadere.’”

“Would you like some earnest-money?”

“Would you like some money upfront?”

“If it would not put your honour out—”

“If it wouldn’t inconvenience you...”

“Here are two hundred pounds on account sir,” added Phileas Fogg, turning to Fix, “if you would like to take advantage—”

“Here are two hundred pounds in advance, sir,” Phileas Fogg added, turning to Fix. “If you would like to take advantage...”

“Thanks, sir; I was about to ask the favour.”

“Thank you, sir. I was just about to ask for that favor.”

“Very well. In half an hour we shall go on board.”

“All right. We’ll go on board in half an hour.”

“But poor Passepartout?” urged Aouda, who was much disturbed by the servant’s disappearance.

“But what about poor Passepartout?” Aouda pressed. She was deeply worried about the servant’s disappearance.

“I shall do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas Fogg.

“I'll do all I can to find him,” replied Phileas Fogg.

While Fix, in a feverish, nervous state, repaired to the pilot-boat, the others directed their course to the police-station at Hong Kong. Phileas Fogg there gave Passepartout’s description, and left a sum of money to be spent in the search for him. The same formalities having been gone through at the French consulate, and the palanquin having stopped at the hotel for the luggage, which had been sent back there, they returned to the wharf.

While Fix hurried to the pilot-boat in a feverish, nervous state, the others went to the Hong Kong police station. There, Phileas Fogg gave a description of Passepartout and left money to pay for the search. They followed the same procedures at the French consulate. The palanquin then stopped at the hotel to collect the luggage, which had been sent back there. After that, they returned to the wharf.

It was now three o’clock; and pilot-boat No. 43, with its crew on board, and its provisions stored away, was ready for departure.

It was now three o’clock. Pilot boat No. 43 was ready to leave, with its crew aboard and its supplies stored away.

The “Tankadere” was a neat little craft of twenty tons, as gracefully built as if she were a racing yacht. Her shining copper sheathing, her galvanised iron-work, her deck, white as ivory, betrayed the pride taken by John Bunsby in making her presentable. Her two masts leaned a trifle backward; she carried brigantine, foresail, storm-jib, and standing-jib, and was well rigged for running before the wind; and she seemed capable of brisk speed, which, indeed, she had already proved by gaining several prizes in pilot-boat races. The crew of the “Tankadere” was composed of John Bunsby, the master, and four hardy mariners, who were familiar with the Chinese seas. John Bunsby, himself, a man of forty-five or thereabouts, vigorous, sunburnt, with a sprightly expression of the eye, and energetic and self-reliant countenance, would have inspired confidence in the most timid.

The “Tankadere” was a neat little twenty-ton boat, as gracefully built as a racing yacht. Her gleaming copper sheathing, galvanized ironwork, and ivory-white deck showed the pride John Bunsby took in keeping her presentable. Her two masts leaned slightly backward. She carried a brigantine sail, a foresail, a storm jib, and a standing jib. She was well rigged to sail with the wind and seemed capable of good speed. Indeed, she had already proved her speed by winning several prizes in pilot-boat races. The crew of the “Tankadere” consisted of John Bunsby, the captain, and four hardy sailors familiar with the Chinese seas. Bunsby was about forty-five, vigorous and sunburned, with lively eyes and an energetic, self-reliant expression. He would have inspired confidence even in the most timid person.

Phileas Fogg and Aouda went on board, where they found Fix already installed. Below deck was a square cabin, of which the walls bulged out in the form of cots, above a circular divan; in the centre was a table provided with a swinging lamp. The accommodation was confined, but neat.

Phileas Fogg and Aouda went aboard and found Fix already settled in. Below deck was a square cabin. Its walls bulged outward to form cots above a circular sofa. A table with a swinging lamp stood in the center. The cabin was cramped but neat.

“I am sorry to have nothing better to offer you,” said Mr. Fogg to Fix, who bowed without responding.

“I’m sorry I have nothing better to offer you,” Mr. Fogg said to Fix. Fix bowed without answering.

The detective had a feeling akin to humiliation in profiting by the kindness of Mr. Fogg.

The detective felt almost humiliated to benefit from Mr. Fogg's kindness.

“It’s certain,” thought he, “though rascal as he is, he is a polite one!”

“One thing is certain,” he thought. “Though he’s a rascal, he’s a polite one!”

The sails and the English flag were hoisted at ten minutes past three. Mr. Fogg and Aouda, who were seated on deck, cast a last glance at the quay, in the hope of espying Passepartout. Fix was not without his fears lest chance should direct the steps of the unfortunate servant, whom he had so badly treated, in this direction; in which case an explanation the reverse of satisfactory to the detective must have ensued. But the Frenchman did not appear, and, without doubt, was still lying under the stupefying influence of the opium.

The sails and the English flag were raised at ten past three. Mr. Fogg and Aouda sat on deck, taking one last look at the quay in the hope of spotting Passepartout. Fix feared that the unfortunate servant might happen to come that way. Fix had treated him so badly that, if he appeared, an unpleasant explanation for the detective would surely follow. But the Frenchman did not appear. No doubt he was still lying there, stupefied by the opium.

John Bunsby, master, at length gave the order to start, and the “Tankadere,” taking the wind under her brigantine, foresail, and standing-jib, bounded briskly forward over the waves.

At last, Captain John Bunsby gave the order to set sail. The “Tankadere” caught the wind in her brigantine sail, foresail, and standing jib. She bounded briskly forward over the waves.