him. He occupied a forward cabin, and ate conscientiously. It must be said that the voyage made under these circumstances was decidedly not unpleasant to him. He rather liked his share of it. Well fed and well lodged, he was seeing the country, and besides he asserted to himself that all this whim would end at Bombay. The next day after leaving Suez it was not without a certain pleasure that he met on deck the obliging person whom he had addressed on landing in Egypt. "I am not mistaken," he said, approaching him with his most amiable smile, "you are the very gentleman that so kindly served as my guide in Suez?"
"Indeed," replied the detective, "I recognize you! You are the servant of that odd Englishman———"
"Just so, Monsieur———?" "Fix."
"Monsieur Fix," replied Passepartout. "Delighted to meet you again on board this vessel. And where are you going?"
"Why, to the same place as yourself, Bombay."
"That is first rate! Have you already made this trip?"
"Several times," replied Fix. "I am an agent of the Peninsular Company."
"Then you know India?"
"Why—yes," replied Fix, who did not wish to commit himself too far.
"And this India is a curious place?"
"Very curious! Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers, serpents, dancing girls! But it is to be hoped that you will have time to visit the country?"
"I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You understand very well that it is not permitted to a man of sound mind to pass his life in jumping from a steamer into a railway car and from a railway car into a steamer, under the pretext of making the tour of the world in eighty days! No. All these gymnastics will cease at Bombay, don't doubt it."
"And Mr. Fogg is well?" asked Fix in the most natural tone.
"Very well, Monsieur Fix, and I am too. I eat like an ogre that has been fasting. It is the sea air."
"I never see your master on deck."
"Never. He is not inquisitive."
"Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended
