"Like yourself, to Bombay."
"All the better. Have you ever made this voyage before?"
"Frequently. I am an agent of the P. and O. Company."
"Oh, then you know India very well, no doubt?"
"Well, yes," replied Fix, who did not wish to commit himself.
"It is a curious part of the world, isn"t it?"
"Very much so. There are mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs, paG.o.das, tigers, serpents, and dancing-girls. It is to be hoped that you will have time to see the country."
"I hope so too, Mr. Fix. You must be aware that a man can hardly be expected to pa.s.s his whole existence in jumping from the deck of a steamer into a train, and from the train to another steamer, under the pretence of going round the world in eighty days. No; all these gymnastics will end at Bombay, I trust."
"Is Mr. Fogg quite well?" asked Fix, politely.
"Quite well, thank you. So am I. I eat like an ogre. I suppose that is the effect of the sea-air."
"I never see your master on deck."
"No, he has no curiosity whatever."
"Do you know, Mr. Pa.s.se-partout, that I fancy this pretended journey round the world in eighty days is only a cover for a more important object, a diplomatic mission perhaps?"
"Upon my word, Mr. Fix, I know nothing about it, I declare; and what is more, I would not give half-a-crown to know!"
After this, Pa.s.se-partout and Fix frequently chatted together; the detective doing all in his power to draw the valet out, whenever possible. He would offer the Frenchman a gla.s.s of whisky or bitter beer, which the latter accepted without ceremony, and p.r.o.nounced Fix a perfect gentleman.
Meantime the steamer plunged and ploughed on her way rapidly. Mocha was sighted on the 13th, surrounded by its ruined walls, above which some date-palms reared their heads. Beyond extended immense coffee plantations. Pa.s.se-partout was delighted to gaze upon this celebrated town, and fancied that it and its ruined walls bore a great resemblance to a gigantic cup and saucer.
During the following night the _Mongolia_ cleared the strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, which means the Gate of Tears, and the following day they came to Steamer Point, to the N.W. of Aden harbour, where the supply of coal was to be shipped.
It is no light task to provide the steamers with coal at such a distance from the mines, and the P. and O. Company expend annually no less a sum than eight hundred thousand pounds on this service. Depots have to be established at distant ports, and the coal costs more than three pounds a ton.
The _Mongolia_ had still sixteen hundred and fifty miles to run before she could reach Bombay, and she was therefore obliged to remain four hours at Steamer Point to complete her coaling. But this delay was not at all detrimental to the plans of Phileas Fogg. It had been foreseen.
Besides, the _Mongolia_, instead of reaching Aden on the 15th, had made that port on the evening of the 14th, so there was a gain of about fifteen hours.
Mr. Fogg and his servant went ash.o.r.e. The former wished to have his pa.s.sport _vised_. Fix followed him unnoticed. The formality of the _vise_ having been accomplished, Phileas Fogg returned on board to his game of whist.
Pa.s.se-partout, as usual, lounged about amongst the mixed races which make up the inhabitants of Aden. He admired the fortifications of this eastern Gibraltar, and the splendid tanks at which the British engineers were still at work, two thousand years after Solomon"s craftsmen.
"Very curious, very curious indeed," thought Pa.s.se-partout, as he returned on board. "It is worth travelling if one can see something new each time."
At six p.m. the _Mongolia_ weighed anchor, and made her way across the Indian Ocean. She had now one hundred and sixty-eight hours in which to make the pa.s.sage to Bombay. The weather was good, with a pleasant nor"-west wind; so the sails were hoisted to aid the screw.
The ship being thus steadied, the lady pa.s.sengers took the opportunity to reappear in fresh toilettes, and dancing and singing were again indulged in. The voyage continued under most favourable conditions.
Pa.s.se-partout was delighted that he had such a pleasant companion as Fix.
On Sunday, the 20th of October, about mid-day, they sighted the coast of Hindostan. Two hours later the pilot came on board. A long range of hills cut the sky-line, and soon palm-trees began to show themselves.
The mail steamer ran into the roadstead formed between the islands of Salsette, Colaba, Elephanta, and Butcher, and at half-past four o"clock the vessel came alongside the quay.
Phileas Fogg was just finishing his thirty-third rubber for that day.
His partner and he had succeeded in scoring a "treble," and thus terminated the voyage with a stroke of luck.
The _Mongolia_ was not due at Bombay until the 22nd of October; she had actually arrived on the 20th; so Mr. Fogg had really gained two days upon the estimated period, and he entered the "profit"
accordingly in the column of his diary set apart for that purpose.
CHAPTER X.
In which Pa.s.se-partout thinks himself lucky in escaping with only the Loss of his Shoes.
Everybody is aware that the peninsula of Hindostan has a superficial area of one million four hundred thousand square miles, in which the unequally-distributed population numbers one hundred and eighty millions. The British Government rules absolutely over the greater portion of this immense tract of country. The Governor-General resides at Calcutta, and there are also governors of presidencies at Madras and Bombay, and a deputy-governor at Agra, as well as a governor for Bengal.
British India proper only includes an area of seven hundred thousand square miles, and a population of one hundred to one hundred and ten millions; so there is still a large portion of India independent, and, in fact, there are rajahs in the interior who wield absolute authority.
From the year 1756 to the great Sepoy Mutiny, the East India Company was the supreme authority in British India; but now the country is under the rule of the English Crown. The manners and customs of India are in a continual state of change. Till lately, travelling was only by antiquated modes of conveyance, but now steamers cover the Ganges, and the railways have opened up the country, and one can go from Bombay to Calcutta in three days. But the railroad does not cut the peninsula in a direct line. As the crow flies, the distance from Calcutta to Bombay is only about eleven hundred miles, and the trains would not occupy three days in accomplishing that distance; but the journey is lengthened at least one-third of that distance by the loop the line describes up to Allahabad.
The Great Indian Peninsula Railway line is as follows: leaving Bombay Island, it crosses Salsette, reaches the mainland at Tannah, crosses the Western Ghauts, thence runs north-east to Burhampoor, skirts the independent territory of Bundelcund, ascends to Allahabad, and then, turning eastward, meets the Ganges at Benares; then, quitting it again, the line descends in a south-easterly direction, by Burdivan and Chandernagore, to the terminal station at Calcutta.
It was half-past four p.m. when the Bombay pa.s.sengers landed from the _Mongolia_, and the train for Calcutta was timed to start at eight o"clock.
Mr. Fogg took leave of his colleagues of the whist-table, and going ash.o.r.e, gave his servant orders concerning a few necessary purchases, enjoining him to be at the railroad station before eight o"clock, and then, at his own regular pace, he started for the Consul"s office.
He saw nothing of the sights of Bombay--the town-hall, the magnificent library, the forts, the docks, the cotton market, the bazaars, mosques, &c., were all disregarded. Elephanta was ignored, and the grottos of Salsette unexplored by Phileas Fogg.
After leaving the consulate, he walked calmly to the railroad station and dined. The proprietor of the hotel particularly recommended "a native rabbit." Phileas accepted the dish as put before him, but found it horrible.
He rang the bell. The landlord was sent for.
"Is that a rabbit?" inquired Mr. Fogg.
"Yes, my lord, a jungle rabbit."
"Has that rabbit never mewed, do you think?"
"Oh, my lord, a jungle-rabbit mew! I swear--"
"Don"t swear," said Fogg calmly, "and remember that formerly cats were sacred animals in India. Those were happy days."
"For the cats, my lord?"