第28章

Certainly.We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji，but of the pagoda of Malabar 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 imprudent exclamation 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 escapade gave him，and，delaying his departure for twelve hours，had consulted the priests of Malabar Hill.Knowing that the English authorities dealt very severely with this kind of misdemeanour，he promised them a goodly sum in damages，and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train.Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young widow，Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before Mr Fogg and his servants，the magistrates having been already warned by a despatch to arrest thgm should they arrive.Fix's disappointment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his appearance in Calcutta，may be imagined.He made up his mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces.For twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety；at last he was rewarded by seeing Mr Fogg and Passepartout arrive，accompanied by a young woman，whose presence he was wholly at a loss to explain.He hastened for a policeman；and this was how the party came to be arrested and brought before Judge Obadiah.

Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied，he would have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-room，watching the proceedings with an interest easily understood；for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta，as it had done at Bombay and Suez.

Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout's rash exclamation，which the 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 and sternly the religions of the Indian people，and as the man Passepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malabar Hill，at Bombay，on the 20th of October，I condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days and a fine of three hundred pounds.

Three hundred pounds！cried Passepartout，startled at the largeness of the sum.

Silence！shouted the constable.

And inasmuch，continued the judge，as it is not proved that the act was not done by the connivance of the master with the servant，and as the master in any case must be held responsible for the acts of his paid servant，I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week's imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty pounds.

Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction；if Phileas Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week，it would be more than time for the warrant to arrive.Passepartout was stupefied.This sentence ruined his master.A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost，because he，like a precious fool，had gone into that abominable pagoda！

Phileas Fogg，as self-composed as if the judgment did not in the least concern him，did not even lift his eyebrows while it was being pronounced.Just as the clerk 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 judge announce that the bail required for each prisoner would be one thousand pounds.

I will pay it at once，said Mr Fogg，taking a roll of bank-bills from the carpet-bag，which Passepartout had by him，and placing them on the clerk's desk.

This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison，said the judge.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 the crestfallen Passepartout.Fix still nourished hopes that the robber would not，after all，leave the two thousand pounds behind him，but would decide to serve out his week in jail，and issued forth on Mr Fogg's traces.That gentleman took a carriage，and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.

TheRangoon'was moored half a mile off in the harbour，its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head.Eleven o'clock was striking；Mr Fogg was an hour in advance of time.Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the 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 if necessary；but at the rate he's going on，the stolen money will soon be exhausted.

The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture.Since leaving London，what with travelling expenses，bribes，the purchase of the elephant，bails and fines，Mr Fogg had already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way，and the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber，promised to the detectives，was rapidly diminishing.