XV. In which the Bag of Banknotes Disgorges Some Thousands of Pounds More

by Jules Verne

　　The train entered the station, and Passepartout jumping out first,was followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion to descend.Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the Hong Kong steamer,in order to get Aouda comfortably settled for the voyage.He was unwilling to leave her while they were still on dangerous ground.Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to him, and said,"Mr. Phileas Fogg?""I am he.""Is this man your servant?" added the policeman, pointing to Passepartout."Yes.""Be so good, both of you, as to follow me."Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman was arepresentative of the law, and law is sacred to an Englishman.Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the policemantapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made him a signal to obey."May this young lady go with us?" asked he."She may," replied the policeman.Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a palkigahri,a sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two horses, in which theytook their places and were driven away. No one spoke duringthe twenty minutes which elapsed before they reached their destination.They first passed through the "black town," with its narrow streets,its miserable, dirty huts, and squalid population; then through the"European town," which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions,shaded by coconut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it wasearly morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equipageswere passing back and forth.The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which,however, did not have the appearance of a private mansion.The policeman having requested his prisoners for so, truly,they might be called-to descend, conducted them into a roomwith barred windows, and said: "You will appear beforeJudge Obadiah at half-past eight."He then retired, and closed the door."Why, we are prisoners!" exclaimed Passepartout, falling into a chair.Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr. Fogg:"Sir, you must leave me to my fate! It is on my account thatyou receive this treatment, it is for having saved me!"Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was impossible.It was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for preventing a suttee.The complainants would not dare present themselves with such a charge.There was some mistake. Moreover, he would not, in any event,abandon Aouda, but would escort her to Hong Kong."But the steamer leaves at noon!" observed Passepartout, nervously."We shall be on board by noon," replied his master, placidly.It was said so positively that Passepartout could not helpmuttering to himself, "Parbleu that's certain! Before noonwe shall be on board." But he was by no means reassured.At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared, and,requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining hall.It was evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans and nativesalready occupied the rear of the apartment.Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on abench opposite the desks of the magistrate and his clerk.Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed bythe clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down a wig which washanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on his head."The first case," said he. Then, putting his hand to hishead, he exclaimed, "Heh! This is not my wig!""No, your worship," returned the clerk, "it is mine.""My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sentencein a clerk's wig?"The wigs were exchanged.Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the face of the big clockover the judge seemed to go around with terrible rapidity."The first case," repeated Judge Obadiah."Phileas Fogg?" demanded Oysterpuff."I am here," replied Mr. Fogg."Passepartout?""Present," responded Passepartout."Good," said the judge. "You have been looked for, prisoners,for two days on the trains from Bombay.""But of what are we accused?" asked Passepartout, impatiently."You are about to be informed.""I am an English subject, sir," said Mr. Fogg, "and I have the right--""Have you been ill-treated?""Not at all.""Very well; let the complainants come in."A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three Indian priests entered."That's it," muttered Passepartout; "these are the rogueswho were going to burn our young lady."The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the clerkproceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege againstPhileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of having violateda place held consecrated by the Brahmin religion."You hear the charge?" asked the judge."Yes, sir," replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, "and I admit it.""You admit it?""I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in their turn,what they were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji."The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to understandwhat was said."Yes," cried Passepartout, warmly; "at the pagoda of Pillaji,where they were on the point of burning their victim."The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests were stupefied."What victim?" said Judge Obadiah. "Burn whom? In Bombay itself?""Bombay?" cried Passepartout."Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but of the pagodaof Malabar Hill, at Bombay.""And as a proof," added the clerk, "here are the desecrator's very shoes,which he left behind him."Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk."My shoes!" cried Passepartout, in his surprise permittingthis imprudent exclamation to escape him.The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten theaffair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at Calcutta,may be imagined.Fix the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passepartout'sescapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for twelve hours,had consulted the priests of Malabar Hill. Knowing that the Englishauthorities dealt very severely with this kind of misdemeanour,he promised them a goodly sum in damages, and sent them forwardto Calcutta by the next train. Owing to the delay caused by the rescueof the young widow, Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital beforeMr. Fogg and his servant, the magistrates having been already warnedby a dispatch to arrest them should they arrive. Fix's disappointmentwhen he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his appearance in Calcuttamay be imagined. He made up his mind that the robber had stoppedsomewhere on the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces.For twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety;at last he was rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive,accompanied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a lossto explain. He hastened for a policeman; and this was how the party cameto be arrested and brought before Judge Obadiah.Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would haveespied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-room,watching the proceedings with an interest easily understood;for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta,as it had done at Bombay and Suez.Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout's rash exclamation,which the poor fellow would have given the world to recall."The facts are admitted?" asked the judge."Admitted," replied Mr. Fogg, coldly."Inasmuch," resumed the judge, "as the English law protects equallyand sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the manPassepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malabar Hill,at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I condemn the said Passepartoutto imprisonment for fifteen days and a fine of three hundred pounds.""Three hundred pounds!" cried Passepartout, startled at the largenessof the sum."Silence!" shouted the constable."And inasmuch," continued the judge, "as it is not proved thatthe act was not done by the connivance of the master with the servant,and as the master in any case must be held responsible for the actsof his paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week's imprisonmentand a fine of one hundred and fifty pounds."Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas Foggcould be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more than timefor the warrant to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied. This sentenceruined his master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, because he,like a precious fool, had gone into that abominable pagoda!Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did notin the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows whileit was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next case,he rose, and said, "I offer bail.""You have that right," returned the judge.Fix's blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when he heardthe judge announce that the bail required for each prisonerwould be one thousand pounds."I will pay it at once," said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-billsfrom the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and placing themon the clerk's desk."This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison,"said the judge. "Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail.""Come!" said Phileas Fogg to his servant."But let them at least give me back my shoes!" cried Passepartout angrily."Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!" he muttered, as they were handed to him."More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet."Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followedby the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopesthat the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand poundsbehind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail,and issued forth on Mr. Fogg's traces. That gentleman took a carriage,and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.The Rangoon was moored half a mile off in the harbour, its signalof departure hoisted at the mast-head. Eleven o'clock was striking;Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time. Fix saw them leave the carriage andpush off in a boat for the steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment."The rascal is off, after all!" he exclaimed. "Two thousand pounds sacrificed!He's as prodigal as a thief! I'll follow him to the end of the worldif necessary; but, at the rate he is going on, the stolen money willsoon be exhausted."The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture.Since leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes,the purchase of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogghad already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way,and the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robberpromised to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing.