Chapter VI

IN WHICH FIX, THE DETECTIVE, BETRAYS A VERY NATURAL IMPATIENCE

The circumstances under which this telegraphic dispatch about

Phileas Fogg was sent were as follows:



The steamer Mongolia, belonging to the Peninsular and Oriental Company,

built of iron, of two thousand eight hundred tons burden, and five hundred

horse-power, was due at eleven o'clock a.m. on Wednesday, the 9th of October,

at Suez. The Mongolia plied regularly between Brindisi and Bombay via

the Suez Canal, and was one of the fastest steamers belonging to the company,

always making more than ten knots an hour between Brindisi and Suez,

and nine and a half between Suez and Bombay.



Two men were promenading up and down the wharves, among the crowd

of natives and strangers who were sojourning at this once straggling village--

now, thanks to the enterprise of M. Lesseps, a fast-growing town. One was

the British consul at Suez, who, despite the prophecies of the

English Government, and the unfavourable predictions of Stephenson,

was in the habit of seeing, from his office window, English ships

daily passing to and fro on the great canal, by which the old roundabout

route from England to India by the Cape of Good Hope was abridged

by at least a half. The other was a small, slight-built personage,

with a nervous, intelligent face, and bright eyes peering out

from under eyebrows which he was incessantly twitching.

He was just now manifesting unmistakable signs of impatience,

nervously pacing up and down, and unable to stand still for a moment.

This was Fix, one of the detectives who had been dispatched from England

in search of the bank robber; it was his task to narrowly watch every

passenger who arrived at Suez, and to follow up all who seemed to

be suspicious characters, or bore a resemblance to the description

of the criminal, which he had received two days before from the

police headquarters at London. The detective was evidently inspired

by the hope of obtaining the splendid reward which would be the prize

of success, and awaited with a feverish impatience, easy to understand,

the arrival of the steamer Mongolia.



"So you say, consul," asked he for the twentieth time, "that this steamer

is never behind time?"



"No, Mr. Fix," replied the consul. "She was bespoken yesterday at Port Said,

and the rest of the way is of no account to such a craft. I repeat that

the Mongolia has been in advance of the time required by the company's

regulations, and gained the prize awarded for excess of speed."



"Does she come directly from Brindisi?"



"Directly from Brindisi; she takes on the Indian mails there,

and she left there Saturday at five p.m. Have patience, Mr. Fix;

she will not be late. But really, I don't see how, from the

description you have, you will be able to recognise your man,

even if he is on board the Mongolia."



"A man rather feels the presence of these fellows, consul,

than recognises them. You must have a scent for them,

and a scent is like a sixth sense which combines hearing,

seeing, and smelling. I've arrested more than one of these gentlemen

in my time, and, if my thief is on board, I'll answer for it;

he'll not slip through my fingers."



"I hope so, Mr. Fix, for it was a heavy robbery."



"A magnificent robbery, consul; fifty-five thousand pounds!

We don't often have such windfalls. Burglars are getting to be so

contemptible nowadays! A fellow gets hung for a handful of shillings!"



"Mr. Fix," said the consul, "I like your way of talking, and hope

you'll succeed; but I fear you will find it far from easy.

Don't you see, the description which you have there has

a singular resemblance to an honest man?"



"Consul," remarked the detective, dogmatically, "great robbers

always resemble honest folks. Fellows who have rascally faces

have only one course to take, and that is to remain honest;

otherwise they would be arrested off-hand. The artistic thing is,

to unmask honest countenances; it's no light task, I admit,

but a real art."



Mr. Fix evidently was not wanting in a tinge of self-conceit.



Little by little the scene on the quay became more animated;

sailors of various nations, merchants, ship-brokers, porters, fellahs,

bustled to and fro as if the steamer were immediately expected.

The weather was clear, and slightly chilly. The minarets of the town

loomed above the houses in the pale rays of the sun. A jetty pier,

some two thousand yards along, extended into the roadstead.

A number of fishing-smacks and coasting boats, some retaining

the fantastic fashion of ancient galleys, were discernible on the Red Sea.



As he passed among the busy crowd, Fix, according to habit,

scrutinised the passers-by with a keen, rapid glance.



It was now half-past ten.



"The steamer doesn't come!" he exclaimed, as the port clock struck.



"She can't be far off now," returned his companion.



"How long will she stop at Suez?"



"Four hours; long enough to get in her coal. It is thirteen hundred

and ten miles from Suez to Aden, at the other end of the Red Sea,

and she has to take in a fresh coal supply."



"And does she go from Suez directly to Bombay?"



"Without putting in anywhere."



"Good!" said Fix. "If the robber is on board he will no doubt

get off at Suez, so as to reach the Dutch or French colonies in

Asia by some other route. He ought to know that he would not be

safe an hour in India, which is English soil."



"Unless," objected the consul, "he is exceptionally shrewd.

An English criminal, you know, is always better concealed

in London than anywhere else."



This observation furnished the detective food for thought,

and meanwhile the consul went away to his office. Fix, left alone,

was more impatient than ever, having a presentiment that the

robber was on board the Mongolia. If he had indeed left London

intending to reach the New World, he would naturally take the

route via India, which was less watched and more difficult

to watch than that of the Atlantic. But Fix's reflections were

soon interrupted by a succession of sharp whistles, which announced

the arrival of the Mongolia. The porters and fellahs rushed

down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from the shore to go

and meet the steamer. Soon her gigantic hull appeared passing

along between the banks, and eleven o'clock struck as she anchored

in the road. She brought an unusual number of passengers,

some of whom remained on deck to scan the picturesque panorama

of the town, while the greater part disembarked in the boats,

and landed on the quay.



Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each face

and figure which made its appearance. Presently one of

the passengers, after vigorously pushing his way through the

importunate crowd of porters, came up to him and politely asked if

he could point out the English consulate, at the same time showing

a passport which he wished to have visaed. Fix instinctively took

the passport, and with a rapid glance read the description

of its bearer. An involuntary motion of surprise nearly escaped him,

for the description in the passport was identical with that of the

bank robber which he had received from Scotland Yard.



"Is this your passport?" asked he.



"No, it's my master's."



"And your master is--"



"He stayed on board."



"But he must go to the consul's in person, so as to establish his identity."



"Oh, is that necessary?"



"Quite indispensable."



"And where is the consulate?"



"There, on the corner of the square," said Fix, pointing to

a house two hundred steps off.



"I'll go and fetch my master, who won't be much pleased, however,

to be disturbed."



The passenger bowed to Fix, and returned to the steamer.

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