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标 题: Chapter VII
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Chapter VII
WHICH ONCE MORE DEMONSTRATES THE USELESSNESS OF PASSPORTS
AS AIDS TO DETECTIVES
The detective passed down the quay, and rapidly made his
way to the consul's office, where he was at once admitted to
the presence of that official.
"Consul," said he, without preamble, "I have strong reaso
ns for believing that my man is a passenger on the Mongolia."
And he narrated what had just passed concerning the passport
.
"Well, Mr. Fix," replied the consul, "I shall not be sorr
y to see the rascal's face; but perhaps he won't come here--t
hat is, if he is the person you suppose him to be. A robber d
oesn't quite like to leave traces of his flight behind him; a
nd, besides, he is not obliged to have his passport countersi
gned."
"If he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will com
e."
"To have his passport visaed?"
"Yes. Passports are only good for annoying honest folks,
and aiding in the flight of rogues. I assure you it will be q
uite the thing for him to do; but I hope you will not visa th
e passport."
"Why not? If the passport is genuine I have no right to r
efuse."
"Still, I must keep this man here until I can get a warra
nt to arrest him from London."
"Ah, that's your look-out. But I cannot--"
The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a
knock was heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one
of whom was the servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The oth
er, who was his master, held out his passport with the reques
t that the consul would do him the favour to visa it. The con
sul took the document and carefully read it, whilst Fix obser
ved, or rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes from a co
rner of the room.
"You are Mr. Phileas Fogg?" said the consul, after readin
g the passport.
"I am."
"And this man is your servant?"
"He is: a Frenchman, named Passepartout."
"You are from London?"
"Yes."
"And you are going--"
"To Bombay."
"Very good, sir. You know that a visa is useless, and tha
t no passport is required?"
"I know it, sir," replied Phileas Fogg; "but I wish to pr
ove, by your visa, that I came by Suez."
"Very well, sir."
The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after
which he added his official seal. Mr. Fogg paid the customar
y fee, coldly bowed, and went out, followed by his servant.
"Well?" queried the detective.
"Well, he looks and acts like a perfectly honest man," re
plied the consul.
"Possibly; but that is not the question. Do you think, co
nsul, that this phelgmatic gentleman resembles, feature by fe
ature, the robber whose description I have received?"
"I concede that; but then, you know, all descriptions--"
"I'll make certain of it," interrupted Fix. "The servant
seems to me less mysterious than the master; besides, he's a
Frenchman, and can't help talking. Excuse me for a little whi
le, consul."
Fix started off in search of Passepartout.
Meanwhile Mr. Fogg, after leaving the consulate, repaired
to the quay, gave some orders to Passepartout, went off to t
he Mongolia in a boat, and descended to his cabin. He took up
his note-book, which contained the following memoranda:
"Left London, Wednesday, October 2nd, at 8.45 p.m. "Reach
ed Paris, Thursday, October 3rd, at 7.20 a.m. "Left Paris, Th
ursday, at 8.40 a.m. "Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday, Oc
tober 4th, at 6.35 a.m. "Left Turin, Friday, at 7.20 a.m. "Ar
rived at Brindisi, Saturday, October 5th, at 4 p.m. "Sailed o
n the Mongolia, Saturday, at 5 p.m. "Reached Suez, Wednesday,
October 9th, at 11 a.m. "Total of hours spent, 158+; or, in
days, six days and a half."
These dates were inscribed in an itinerary divided into c
olumns, indicating the month, the day of the month, and the d
ay for the stipulated and actual arrivals at each principal p
oint Paris, Brindisi, Suez, Bombay, Calcutta, Singapore, Hong
Kong, Yokohama, San Francisco, New York, and London--from th
e 2nd of October to the 21st of December; and giving a space
for setting down the gain made or the loss suffered on arriva
l at each locality. This methodical record thus contained an
account of everything needed, and Mr. Fogg always knew whethe
r he was behind-hand or in advance of his time. On this Frida
y, October 9th, he noted his arrival at Suez, and observed th
at he had as yet neither gained nor lost. He sat down quietly
to breakfast in his cabin, never once thinking of inspecting
the town, being one of those Englishmen who are wont to see
foreign countries through the eyes of their domestics.
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