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ChapterThree:
Whengentlemenarethieves12
ChapterFour:
Whenouradventurersrescueawomanfromcertaindeath15
CharterFive:
WhenPassepartoutbecomesanacrobat19
CharterSix:
Whenourfriendsrisktheirlives25
CharterSeven:
WhenPhileasFoggcomestotherescue29
ChapterEight:
WhenPhileasFoggbecomesthecaptainofaship34
ChapterNine:
Whenitisbettertotraveleast38
WhenPhileasFoggmeetsPassepartout
LetmebeginbyintroducingamysteriousEnglishgentlemancalledPhileasFogg.
Mostpeopledon’tknowverymuchabouthim,butbecausehedoesthesamethingeveryday,somepeoplethinktheyknoweverythingabouthim.
Heisveryhandsomeandheisatruegentleman.Heiscertainlyrich,butnooneknowshowhemadehismoney.
Hasheeverbeentoanothercountry?
Hecannamealotofcountriesonaworldmapandheknowsthemostincrediblethingsaboutthem.Heprobablytravelledatonetime,butsomepeopleinsistthathehasnotleftLondonformanyyears.Maybeheonlytravelsinhishead.
Heisaveryprivatemanandhedoesnothavemanyfriends.TheonlytimehespeakstootherpeopleisattheReformClub,wherehegoestoreadnewspapersandplaycards.Hedoesnotplaytowin.Heplaysfortheenjoymentofthegame.Heoftenwins,buthedoesnotkeepthemoney.Hegivesittocharity.Helikestoseehisgamesasachallenge;
achallengethatdoesnotrequireanyphysicaleffort.
HehaslunchattheReformClubeveryday,inthesameroom,atthesametable.Hegoeshomeatmidnight.HelivesinhishouseinSavileRow,agoodaddressincentralLondon.Nooneevergoesthere,excepthismanservant,whomustalwaysbeontimeandbecompletelyloyaltoPhileasFogg.Infact,thisverymorning,hismanservantlosthisjobbecausethewaterhebroughtPhileasFoggwastoohottoshavewith.Andthisiswhereourstorybegins.
PhileasFoggwassittinginhisarmchairwaitingforhisnewmanservantatsometimebetweenelevenandhalfpasteleven.AtexactlyhalfpastelevenMrFogggoestotheReformClub.Helookedupatthehandsofthelargeclockbythewallthatcountedeverysecondwithaloudtick.
Therewasaknockatthedoorandayoungmanofaboutthirtycamein.
‘YousaythatyouareFrench,butyournameisJohn?
’askedPhileasFogg,lookingathimcarefully.
‘Jean,sir,notJohn,’saidtheyoungman.‘JeanPassepartout.Iamanhonestman,sir,andImusttellyouthatIhaven’tbeenamanservantallmylife.Iwasaphysicaleducationteacherandamusicteacher;
thenIbecameasinger.Ioncerodeahorseinacircus,andforatimeIworkedforthefirebrigadeinParis.’
‘IfoundoutthatacertainMrFoggwaslookingforamanservant.“Heisaveryclever,carefulman,”theytoldme.“Youwon’tfindaquietermaninallofEngland.Hedoesthesamethingeveryday.”AndsoIcameheretoaskaboutthejob,inthehopeoffinallybeingabletoliveaquietlife.’
‘Yes,someoneattheReformClubtoldyouthisIbelieveprobablythesamepersonwhotoldmeaboutyou.DoyouunderstandwhattypeofpersonI’mlookingfor?
’
‘Yes,sir.Ido,andIthinkI’mperfectforthejob.’
‘Wellthen,whattimeisitnow?
‘Eleventwenty-two,MrFogg,’Passepartoutreplied,takinghispocket-watchoutofasmallsidepocket.
‘Exactlyfourminuteslate,’notedPhileasFogg,lookingathisownwatch.‘Solet’ssayyoustartedworkingformeasfromeleventwenty-six.’
PhileasFoggstoodupfromhisarmchair,pickeduphishat,andwentoutofthedoorwithoutsayinganotherword.Fromthisbriefintroduction,Passepartoutwasabletomakenoteofhisemployer.Hewasaboutfortyyearsold,anelegantmanwithanattractive,gentleface.Hewastall,withblondhairandamoustache.Hewasthesortofpersonwhoremainedincrediblycalm,evenunderpressure.Hehadgentleeyesthatfixedyouwithafirmstare.Heneverseemedupsetorworried.HewasatypicalEnglishman.ItwasalwaysdifficulttoguessanEnglishman’struefeelings.
AndourFrenchman?
Passepartouthadanattractivefaceandhewasincrediblystrong.Hehadblueeyes,anduntidy,curlybrownhair.Hewasasweetpersonwhounderstoodthemeaningoftruefriendshipandloyalty.
ItwasjustafterhalfpastelevenandPassepartout,whowasnowaloneinhisnewhome,decidedtolookaround.Afterlookinginallthedifferentrooms,hefinallycametohisownbedroom.Abovethefireplacetherewasanelectricclock;
itwasthesameelectricclockthatPhileasFogghadinhisroom.Thetwoclockstickedattheexactsamesecond.BelowtheclocktherewasapieceofpaperlistingthedetailsofMrFogg’sday.
‘Notbadatall,’thoughtPassepartout.‘Amanwhoisasregularasclockwork!
ThisisjustwhatIwaslookingfor.’
WhenPhileasFoggmakesabet
Everyday,PhileasFogglefthishouseathalfpasteleven.Heputhisrightfootinfrontofhisleftfoot575times–heknewtheexactlengthofeverystep–andheputhisleftfootinfrontofhisrightfoot576timesbeforearrivingatthestepsoftheReformClub.
Heusuallywaitedalittlebeforehavinglunchatthirtyminutestoone.Thenhewenttotheloungeroomwherehespenttheafternoonreadingthenewspapers.Atfiveo’clockhehadafternoonteaandattwentytosixitwastimetogototheGamesRoomtoplaycardswithotherwealthyandrespectedmembersoftheclub,likeSirRalphGautierandAndrewSutart.
OnthisparticulardayAndrewStuartstartedtoreadastorytothemfromtheeveningnewspaperaboutarobberyattheBankofEngland.
Therobberytookplaceon29September.Thethiefstolefifty-fivethousandpoundswhiletheheadcashierwasbusywritingareceiptforjustafewpence.England’sbestdetectiveswerelookingforthethiefafterhearingthattheBankofEnglandwasofferingarewardoftwothousandpoundstothepersonwhowasabletocatchthethief.Fromthefirstinvestigationsintotherobberytheyknewonlyonethingforcertain:
hewasanelegant,well-spokengentleman.
Whiletheothermembersoftheclubsatatthetable,readytoplaytheirgameofcards,AndrewStuartcontinuedtotalkabouttherobbery.
‘Wheredoyouthinkthethiefishiding?
Hecouldbeanywhere.Theworldissobig!
‘Itisn’tsobiganymore,’repliedPhileasFogg.
‘Whatdoyoumean?
’saidAndrewStuartwithalaugh.‘Theearthdoesn’tgetanysmaller!
‘Ah!
Buttheearthissmaller,’saidSirRalphGautier.‘Ifyouthinkthatwecannowgoaroundittentimesquickerthanwecouldonehundredyearsago.Didyouknowthattodayamancantravelaroundtheworldinonlythreemonths?
‘Eightydaystobeexact,’PhileasFoggcorrectedhim.
‘Eightydays?
’askedasurprisedmanatthetable.
‘Well,maybethat’sture,butonlyifyoudon’tconsiderbadweather,storms,shipwrecks,andotherthings,’saidanother.
‘Ineightydays,consideringallpossibleevents,’continuedPhileasFogg.
Youthinkso,doyou,MrFogg?
’laughedSirRalph,‘Well,I’llbetfourthousandpoundsthatajourneylikethatisimpossibleinsuchashorttime.’
‘Irepeatthatitispossibletodothejourneyinthattime,’saidPhileasFogg,hiseyesfixedonSirRalph’ssmile.
‘Well,ifyouaresocertain,thendoityourself!
‘Iwill,’repliedPhileasFogg.
‘When?
‘Immediately.AndI’llbetnotfour,buttwentythousandpoundsthatIcangoaroundtheworldineightydays;
Iwillreturnherein1,920hours,or,ifyouprefer,115,220minutes.Doyouagreetothebet?
Theyalllookedatoneanother.Theycouldnotdecideifhewasserious.‘Weagree,’theysaid.
‘Good.I’lltakethetrainforDoverataquartertoninethisevening.Thebetstartsasfrom…’PhileasFoggtookasmallnotebookandpencilfromhispocketandmadeanote:
2October,8:
45p.m.
‘AndIwillreturnheretotheReformClubateightforty-fiveonSaturday21December.IfIamnotherebythattime,thischequefortwentythousandpoundsisyours,gentlemen.’
Andwiththesewordsheleftthechequefortwentythousandpoundsonthetable,pickeduphishatandwentoutofthedoor.
Attentoeighthismanservantwassurprisedtoseehisnewemployercomethroughthedoor.‘Passepartout,we’releavingintenminutes.We’retakingatraintoDover,’hesaid.‘Fromthere,aboatleavesforCalaisateleveno’clocktonight.We’regoingtogoaroundtheworld–ineightydays.Wehaven’tanothersecondtolose.’
Hisemployerdidnotseemtobeinahurry.Theoppositeinfact.Hespokealittlequicker,buthebehavedinthesamecalmway.
‘Aroundtheworld?
’saidPassepartouttohimself.‘Wellreally!
’hethought,shakinghishead.Justwhenhefinallythoughthehadtheperfectjob.HewantedtoworkforPhileasFoggbecausehewasagentlemanwholivedaquietlife,whoalwaysdidthesamethings.Andnow?
Howcouldthisbeaquietlife?
‘Packasmallbagwithjustmynightthingsinit,please,andpackoneforyourself.Wecanbuyeverythingelsewhenweneedit,’addedPhileasFogg,andwiththeseordershelefttheroom.
Passepartoutcontinuedtofeelalittleconfusedbuthefollowedhismaster’sorders.Hequicklypackedtheirbagsandateighto’clocktheywerereadytoleavethehouse.PhileasFoggopenedPassepartout’sbagandputtwentythousandpoundsintoit.Heclosedittightly.Twentyminuteslatertheywereatthestation.
‘Itmustbethemoneyforthejourney,’thoughtPassepartoutashesatonthetrainthinkingnervouslyaboutthemoneyinhisbag.Hedidnotwanttolosethebag.
AfterbeinginthenewspapersPhileasFogg’sjourneywasn’tasecret.SooneverybodyinLondonwastalkin