**IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE**
The train entered the station, and Passepartout jumping out first, wa_ollowed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion to descend. Phileas Fog_ntended to proceed at once to the Hong Kong steamer, in order to get Aoud_omfortably settled for the voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while the_ere still on dangerous ground.
Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to him, and said, "Mr.
"I am he."
"Is this man your servant?" added the policeman, pointing to Passepartout.
"Be so good, both of you, as to follow me."
Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman was a representative o_he law, and law is sacred to an Englishman. Passepartout tried to reaso_bout the matter, but the policeman tapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fog_ade 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 o_our-wheeled carriage, drawn by two horses, in which they took their place_nd were driven away. No one spoke during the twenty minutes which elapse_efore they reached their destination. They first passed through the "blac_own," with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts, and squali_opulation; then through the "European town," which presented a relief in it_right brick mansions, shaded by coconut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it was early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsom_quipages were passing back and forth.
The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which, however, did no_ave the appearance of a private mansion. The policeman having requested hi_risoners for so, truly, they might be called-to descend, conducted them int_ room with barred windows, and said: "You will appear before Judge Obadiah a_alf-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 mus_eave me to my fate! It is on my account that you receive this treatment, i_s for having saved me!"
Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was impossible. It wa_uite unlikely that he should be arrested for preventing a suttee. Th_omplainants would not dare present themselves with such a charge. There wa_ome mistake. Moreover, he would not, in any event, abandon Aouda, but woul_scort 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 help muttering t_imself, "Parbleu that's certain! Before noon we shall be on board." But h_as by no means reassured.
At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared, and, requestin_hem to follow him, led the way to an adjoining hall. It was evidently _ourt-room, and a crowd of Europeans and natives already occupied the rear o_he apartment.
Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a bench opposite th_esks of the magistrate and his clerk. Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, _at, round man, followed by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down _ig which was hanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on his head.
"The first case," said he. Then, putting his hand to his head, 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 sentence in a clerk'_ig?"
The wigs were exchanged.
Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the face of the big cloc_ver 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.
"Present," responded Passepartout.
"Good," said the judge. "You have been looked for, prisoners, for two days o_he 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 rogues who were going t_urn our young lady."
The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the clerk proceede_o read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege against Phileas Fogg and hi_ervant, who were accused of having violated a place held consecrated by th_rahmin 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 the_ere going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji."
The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to understand what wa_aid.
"Yes," cried Passepartout, warmly; "at the pagoda of Pillaji, where they wer_n 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 pagoda o_alabar 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 permitting this impruden_xclamation to escape him.
The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten the affair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at Calcutta, may be imagined.
Fix the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passepartout's escapad_ave him, and, delaying his departure for twelve hours, had consulted th_riests of Malabar Hill. Knowing that the English authorities dealt ver_everely with this kind of misdemeanour, he promised them a goodly sum i_amages, and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train. Owing to th_elay caused by the rescue of the young widow, Fix and the priests reached th_ndian capital before Mr. Fogg and his servant, the magistrates having bee_lready warned by a dispatch to arrest them should they arrive. Fix'_isappointment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his appearanc_n Calcutta may be imagined. He made up his mind that the robber had stoppe_omewhere on the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces. For twenty- four hours Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety; at last he wa_ewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accompanied by a youn_oman, whose presence he was wholly at a loss to explain. He hastened for _oliceman; and this was how the party came to be arrested and brought befor_udge Obadiah.
Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would have espied th_etective ensconced in a corner of the court-room, watching the proceeding_ith an interest easily understood; for the warrant had failed to reach him a_alcutta, as it had done at Bombay and Suez.
Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout's rash exclamation, whic_he 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 equally an_ternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the man Passepartout ha_dmitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malabar Hill, at Bombay, on th_0th of October, I condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fiftee_ays and a fine of three hundred pounds."
"Three hundred pounds!" cried Passepartout, startled at the largeness of th_um.
"Silence!" shouted the constable.
"And inasmuch," continued the judge, "as it is not proved that the act was no_one by the connivance of the master with the servant, and as the master i_ny case must be held responsible for the acts of his paid servant, I condem_hileas Fogg to a week's imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fift_ounds."
Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas Fogg could b_etained in Calcutta a week, it would be more than time for the warrant t_rrive. Passepartout was stupefied. This sentence ruined his master. A wage_f twenty thousand pounds lost, because he, like a precious fool, had gon_nto that abominable pagoda!
Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in the least concer_im, did not even lift his eyebrows while it was being pronounced. Just as th_lerk 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 heard the judg_nnounce that the bail required for each prisoner would be one thousan_ounds.
"I will pay it at once," said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-bills from th_arpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and placing them on the clerk'_esk.
"This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison," said th_udge. "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, followed by th_restfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds behind him, but would decide to serv_ut his week in jail, and issued forth on Mr. Fogg's traces. That gentlema_ook 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 signal of departur_oisted at the mast-head. Eleven o'clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an hour i_dvance of time. Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat fo_he 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 world i_ecessary; but, at the rate he is going on, the stolen money will soon b_xhausted."
The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture. Since leavin_ondon, what with travelling expenses, bribes, the purchase of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had already spent more than five thousand pounds o_he way, and the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber promise_o the detectives, was rapidly diminishing.