Round the World in Eighty Days. Jules VerneЧитать онлайн книгу.
for the robbery, that the Bank of England trusts greatly in the honesty of the public. There are no guards, or commissionaires, or gratings; gold, silver, and notes are all exposed freely, and, so to speak, at the mercy of the first-comer. No one's honesty is suspected. Take the following instance, related by one of the closest observers of English customs. This gentleman was one day in one of the parlours of the Bank, and had the curiosity to take up and closely examine a nugget of gold weighing seven or eight pounds, which was lying on the table. Having examined the ingot, he passed it to his neighbour, he to the next man; and so the gold went from hand to hand quite down to the dark entry, and was not returned for quite half an hour, and all the time the bank official had not raised his head.
But on the 29th of September things did not work so nicely; the pile of bank-notes was not returned; and when the hands of the magnificent clock in the drawing-office pointed to the hour of five, at which time the bank is closed, the sum of fifty-five thousand pounds was written off to "profit and loss."
When it was certain that a robbery had been committed, the most skilful detectives were sent down to Liverpool and Glasgow and other principal ports, also to Suez, Brindisi, New York, &c., with promises of a reward of two thousand pounds, and five per cent on the amount recovered. In the meantime, inspectors were appointed to observe scrupulously all travellers arriving at and departing from the several seaports.
Now there was some reason to suppose, as The Morning Chronicle put it, that the thief did not belong to a gang, for during the 29th of September a well-dressed gentlemanly man had been observed in the bank, near where the robbery had been perpetrated. An exact description of this person was fortunately obtained, and supplied to all the detectives; and so some sanguine persons, of whom Ralph was one, believed the thief could not escape.
As may be imagined, nothing else was talked about just then. The probabilities of success and failure were warmly discussed in the newspapers, so it was not surprising that the members of the Reform Club should talk about it, particularly as one of the deputy-governors of the bank was present.
Ralph did not doubt that the search would be successful because of the amount of the reward, which would probably stimulate the zeal of the detectives. But Andrew Stuart was of a different opinion, and the discussion was continued between these gentlemen during their game of whist. Stuart was Flanagan's partner, and Fallentin was Fogg's. While they played they did not talk; but between the rubbers the subject cropped up again.
"Well," said Stuart, "I maintain that the chances are in favour of the thief, who must be a sharp one."
"But," replied Ralph, "there is no place a fellow can go to."
"Oh, come!"
"Well, where can he go to?"
"I can't tell," replied Stuart; "but the world is big enough, at any rate."
"It used to be," said Phileas Fogg, in an undertone. "Cut, if you please," he added, handing the cards to Flanagan.
Conversation was then suspended, but after the rubber Stuart took it up again, saying:
"What do you mean by 'used to be?' Has the world grown smaller, then?"
"Of course it has," replied Ralph. "I am of Mr. Fogg's opinion; the world has grown smaller, inasmuch as one can go round it ten times quicker than you could a hundred years ago. That is the reason why, in the present case, search will be more rapid, and render the escape of the thief easier."
"Your lead, Mr. Stuart," said Fogg.
But the incredulous Stuart was not convinced, and he again returned to the subject.
"I must say, Mr. Ralph," he continued, "that you have found an easy way that the world has grown smaller, because one now go round it in three months."
"In eighty days only," said Phileas Fogg.
"That is a fact, gentlemen," added John Sullivan. "You can make the tour of the world in eighty days, now that the section of the Great Indian Peninsular Railway is opened between Rothal and Allahabad, and here is the estimate made by The Morning Chronicle:
London to Suez, by Mont Cenis and Brindisi, Rail and Steamer . . . 7 days.
Suez to Bombay, by Steamer . . . 13 "
Bombay to Calcutta, by Rail . . . 3 "
Calcutta to Hong Kong, by Steamer . . . 13 "
Hong Kong to Yokohama, by Steamer . . . 6 "
Yokohama to San Francisco, by Steamer . . . 22 "
San Francisco to New York, by Rail . . . 7 "
New York to London, Steam and Rail . . . 9 "
Total . . . 80 days."
"Yes, eighty days!" exclaimed Stuart, who, being absorbed in his calculations, made a mis-deal; "but that estimate does not take inter consideration bad weather, head-winds, shipwreck, railway accidents, &c."
"They are all included," remarked Fogg, as he continued to play, for this time the conversation did not cease with the deal.
"Even if the Hindoos or Indians take up the rails? Suppose they stop the trains, pillage the baggage-waggons, and scalp the travellers?"
"All included," replied Fogg quietly. "Two trumps," he added, as he won the tricks.
Stuart, who was "pony," collected the cards, and said: "No doubt you are right in theory, Mr. Fogg, but in practice—"
"In practice too, Mr. Stuart."
"I should like to see you do it."
"It only rests with you. Let us go together."
"Heaven forbid," cried Stuart; "but I will bet you a cool four thousand that such a journey, under such conditions, is impossible."
"On the contrary, it is quite possible," replied Mr. Fogg.
"Well, then, why don't you do it?"
"Go round the world in eighty days, do you mean?"
"Yes."
"I will."
"When?"
"At once; only I give you warning I shall do it at your expense."
"Oh, this is all nonsense," replied Stuart, who began to feel a little vexed at Fogg's persistence; "let us continue the game."
"You had better deal, then; that was a mis-deal."
Andrew Stuart took up the cards, and suddenly put them down again.
"Look here, Mr. Fogg," he said; "if you like, I will bet you four thousand."
"My dear Stuart," said Fallentin, "don't be ridiculous; it is only a joke."
"When I say I will bet," said Stuart, "I mean it."
"All right," said Mr. Fogg; then, turning towards the others, he said: "I have twenty thousand pounds deposited at Baring's. I will willingly risk that sum."
"Twenty thousand pounds!" exclaimed Sullivan; "why, the slightest accident might cause you to lose the whole of it. Anything unforeseen—"
"The unforeseen does not exist," replied Fogg simply.
"But, Mr. Fogg, this estimate of eighty days is the very least time in which the journey can be accomplished."
"A minimum well employed is quite sufficient."
"But to succeed you must pass from railways to steamers, from steamers to railways, with mathematical accuracy."
"I will be mathematically accurate."
"Oh, this is a joke!"
"A true Englishman never jokes when he has a stake depending on the matter. I bet twenty thousand against any of you that I will make the tour of the world in eighty days or less; that is to say, in nineteen hundred and twenty hours, or a hundred and fifteen thousand two hundred