Part 33 (2/2)

But at this 's shoulder, and, showing his warrant, said, ”You are really Phileas Fogg?”

”I am”

”I arrest you in the Queen's name!”

Chapter xxxIV

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AT LAST REACHES LONDON

Phileas Fogg was in prison He had been shut up in the Custom House, and he was to be 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 hoas that the honest and courageous Fogg was arrested as a robber The young woe, and when she saw that she could atte 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 lish 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 Dece 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 Custo seated, er, upon a wooden bench He was not, it is true, resigned; but this last blow failed to force hi 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 --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 thatcarefully 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, andwas 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 fro from it?

Possibly; for once he walked slowly around the room But the door was locked, and theheavily barred with iron rods He sat down again, and drew his journal from his pocket On the line where these words ritten, ”21st December, Saturday, Liverpool,” he added, ”80th day, 1140 am,” and waited

The Custo observed that his watch o hours too fast

Two hours! Ad an express train, he could reach London and the Reforhtly wrinkled

At thirty-three ular noise outside, then a hasty opening of doors Passepartout's voice was audible, and ihtened for an instant

The door swung open, and he saw Passepartout, Aouda, and Fix, who hurried towards him