steam. This loss of time did not seem to affect Phileas Fogg at all, but Passepartout was much put out about it. He blamed the captain, the engineer, and the company, and sent to old Nick all those who had anything to do with the transportation of the passengers. Perhaps, also, the thought of the gas burner still burning at his expense in the house in Saville Row had a large share in his impatience.
"Are you in a very great hurry to arrive at Hong Kong?" the detective asked him one day.
"In a very great hurry!" replied Passepartout.
"You think that Mr. Fogg is in a hurry to take the Yokohama steamer?"
"In a dreadful hurry."
"Then you believe now in this singular voyage around the world?"
"Absolutely. And you, Monsieur Fix?"
"I? I don't believe in it."
"You're a sly fellow," replied Passepartout, winking at him.
This expression left the detective in a reverie. The epithet disturbed him without his knowing very well why. Had the Frenchman guessed his purpose? He did not know what to think. But how had Passepartout been able to discover his capacity as a detective, the secret of which he alone knew. And yet, in speaking thus to him Passepartout certainly had an after thought.
It happened another day that the good fellow went a little further. It was too much for him; he could no longer hold his tongue. "Let us see, Monsieur Fix," he asked his companion in a roguish tone, "when we have arrived at Hong Kong, shall we be so unfortunate as to leave you there?"
"Oh!" replied Fix, quite embarrassed, "I do not know! Perhaps———"
"Ah!" said Passepartout, "if you accompany us, I would be so happy! Let us see! An agent of the Peninsular Company could not stop on the route! You were only going to Bombay, and now you will soon be in China. America is not far off, and from America to Europe it is only a step!"
Fix looked attentively at his companion, who showed the pleasantest face in the world, and he decided to laugh with
