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Chapter 15 CHAPTER FIFTEEN Mr. Fogg's purse has been reduced by several thousand pounds

The train has arrived.Passepartout was the first to alight, and Mr. Fogg followed him down the platform on the arm of his young traveling companion.Mr. Fogg intends to board the steamer bound for Hong Kong at once, in order to find a comfortable cabin for Mrs. Aouda.As long as Mrs. Aouda did not leave the country where she was in danger, Mr. Fogg would not leave her. Mr. Fogg was just going out of the station when a policeman came up to him and said: "Are you Mr. Phileas Fogg?" "yes." "Is this your servant?" said the policeman, pointing to Passepartout. "yes."

"Please come with me, both of you." Mr. Fogg showed no sign of surprise.This policeman represents the law, and the law is sacred to any Englishman.Passepartout, who had a French temper, tried to reason with the policeman, but the policeman touched him with his baton, and Phileas Fogg made a sign to obey him. "May the young lady come with us?" asked Mr. Fogg. "Yes." The policeman replied. The policeman took Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout into a four-wheeled carriage, and drove two horses, so they took them away.No one said a word along the way. The carriage first passed the narrow streets of the "slums", lined with small mud houses.Many ragged and dirty "tramps" lived in these houses, and then the carriage passed through the "European Quarter", where there were brick and tile houses everywhere, densely shady coconut trees and tall fir trees, It makes people feel pure and pleasing to the eye.Although it was still early in the morning, mighty cavalry and gorgeous carriages were already galloping through the streets.

The carriage stopped in front of a house which, though plain in appearance, did not look like a private residence.The policeman dismounted his prisoners--we may well call them "prisoners"--and took them into a room with bars and said to them: "At eight-thirty, Judge Obadia will try you." The police then locked the door and left. "Damn! We're in custody!" cried Passepartout, sinking listlessly into a chair.Lady Aouda immediately addressed Mr Fogg: "Sir," she said, though she tried to keep her composure, but the tone of her voice could not conceal the excitement in her heart, "you have to leave me alone now. They must have arrested you for me. It must be because you saved me."

Mr. Fogg only replied: "It can't be for this matter. Arrest us for the cremation? That's absolutely impossible! How dare those monks come here to complain? There must be a mistake." Mr. Fogg then said that no matter what He couldn't leave Mrs. Aouda behind either, he had to send her to Hong Kong. "But the boat leaves at twelve o'clock!" Passepartout reminded him. "We shall be on board before twelve o'clock." The gentleman said simply, without expression. His words were so sure and straightforward that Lulutong couldn't help talking to himself:

"Yes! That's all right! We'll be on board by twelve o'clock." But he wasn't sure about it. At half past eight the door opened.It was the same policeman who came.He led the prisoner into a hall next door.It was a courtroom, with many Europeans and natives in the public gallery. Mr. Fogg, Mrs. Aouda, and Passepartout sat down on the benches opposite the benches of the judges and clerks. Inquisitor Obadia appeared.He was followed by a clerk.The judge is a fat man, as fat as a big leather ball.He took off the wig hanging from the nail, buttoned it skillfully on his head, and announced at the same time:

"Start the first case." But then he touched his fat head with his hand and said: "Hey! This wig is not mine!" "By the way, Mr. Obadiah," said the clerk, "that's mine." "Oh, my dear Mr. Oysterbuff, how can you make a judge wear a clerk's wig, and how can you manage a case!" So they changed the wigs. Passepartout was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot when they played the opening scene of changing the wig.He felt that the hands on the big wall clock in the courtroom were running as fast as wild horses. At this point Judge Obadia declared again:

"Start the first case." Then the clerk Oysterbuff began to roll the roll: "Phelia Fogg?" "Here I am," said Mr. Fogg. "Passeiro?" "Yes!" replied Passepartout. "Well then," said Judge Obadiah, "attention, defendant, we have been looking for you these two days among all the passengers who have come by train from Bombay." "But what on earth are they suing us for?" cried Passepartout impatiently. "You'll find out in a moment!" said the judge. "Mr. Judge," said Fogg, "I am a citizen of England, so I have the right..."

"Has anyone been rude to you?" asked Mr. Obadia. "Not at all." "All right then! Bring the plaintiff up." The judge gave an order, and a little door opened, and three monks entered, followed by a bailiff. "Oh, so it's really about that!" murmured Passepartout. "Isn't that the same rascals who are going to burn Lady Aouda?" The three monks stood facing the judge, and the clerk began to read aloud the indictment against Mr. Phileas Fogg and his servants of blasphemy: the defendant had defiled the sacred temple of the Brahmins. "Did you hear clearly?" the judge asked Mr. Fogg.

"Understood, Mr. Judge," replied Fogg, looking at his watch, "I admit it." "What? You admit it?..." "I admit it, but I also want the three accusers to also admit what they did at the Piraji Temple." The three monks looked at each other, as if they didn't understand what the defendant said. "Never mind!" said Passepartout angrily, "it is in the temple of Piragi, and they are going to burn a man alive in front of the temple!" This sentence frightened the three monks, and the judge Obadia was also taken aback. "To whom?" asked the judge. "Who was burned? In the city of Bombay?"

"Bombay?" asked Passepartout in surprise. "Bombay, of course, but not at the Piraji Temple, but at the monastery at Malaba Hill, Bombay." "Here is the physical evidence. Here, these are the shoes worn by the convict who defiled the monastery," the clerk continued the judge's words, placing a pair of shoes on the case. "Here are my shoes!" cried Passepartout involuntarily, in the astonishment of seeing his own shoes. At this time, one can guess the distressed mood of their master and servant.They had long since forgotten the trouble that Passepartout had caused at Bombay, and it never occurred to them that they would be tried in Calcutta for this matter.

In fact, Inspector Fix had already seen that he could benefit from the unfortunate incident which befell Passepartout.So he postponed his departure from Bombay for twelve hours, and went to the Marabah Temple to advise the monks, saying that they would be able to get a large amount of damages, because he knew very well that the British government was very concerned about this. The first class of crimes is very serious; so he got three monks to take the next train from Bombay to track down their prisoner.But Phileas Fogg and his master and servant were delayed some time on the way to rescue a young widow, so Fix and the three Hindu monks reached Calcutta before Fogg and his master and servant.At this time, the court in Calcutta had also received a telegram notification, and they would immediately arrest Fogg and bring them to justice as soon as they got off the train.One can imagine his disappointment when Fix arrived in Calcutta and found that Mr. Fogg had not come to Calcutta at all.He believed that the robber must have gotten off at a certain station on the Indian Peninsula Railway, and must have hidden himself somewhere in northern India.Fix waited anxiously at the station for twenty-four hours.How happy he was to see Fogg get off the train this morning with a young woman who didn't know where, and he immediately sent a policeman to arrest them.This is all how Mr. Fogg, Passepartout, and the widow of King Benderhand were brought before Judge Obadiah. If Passepartout had not listened so intently to the judge's examination of his case, he would have found Fix sitting in the corner behind the gallery.It is also easy to understand Fix's particular interest in the interrogation and the defense.Because in Calcutta, as in Suez and Bombay, he still has not received a warrant from London. At this time, the judge Obadia has already recorded the sentence Passepartout just blurted out, "This is my shoe!"Passepartout regretted his slip of the tongue very much.He can't wait to spend all his wealth to redeem this sentence that slipped out accidentally. "Are these things admitted?" asked the judge. "All admitted." Fogg said coldly. "Based on—" the judge then pronounced, "by the laws of the British Empire which treat all religions equally and strictly guarded by the inhabitants of India, and by the fact that Mr. Based on the facts, this court judges that the above-mentioned defendant Passepartout shall be confined for fifteen days and fined three hundred pounds (7,500 gold francs)." "Three hundred pounds?" cried Passepartout, who was especially sensitive to fines. "Shut up!" screamed the bailiff. "Furthermore," continued Judge Obadiah, "according to Mr. Fogg, no convincing evidence can be presented that the master and servant were not accomplices. In any case, Mr. Fogg is responsible for all the actions of his servant. Accordingly, this Court Sentence Fogg to eight days' confinement and a fine of one hundred and fifty pounds. Clerk, now proceed to the second case." Fix, who was sitting in the corner, felt indescribably happy at this moment.Phileas Fogg was going to spend eight days in confinement in Calcutta, and it would take less than eight days for the arrest warrant from London to arrive here. Passepartout had been terrified.This judgment can kill his master.The £20,000 bet was lost.It's all because he went wandering around, and he blamed himself for going to that damned ruined temple to see the rarity. Mr. Phileas Fogg remained as calm as if the judgment had nothing to do with him, and did not even scowl.When the clerk announced the opening of another case, Mr. Fogg rose and said: "I post bail." "That's your right," said the judge. Fix seemed to have had a sudden splash of cold water on his spine, but he was relieved again when he heard the following words from the judge. The judge ordered the defendants to pay a huge security of £1,000 (25,000 gold francs) "on the basis of the foreign status of Mr. Fogg and his servants". Thus, if Mr. Fogg did not wish to serve his sentence, he would have to pay two thousand pounds. "I'll pay," said the gentleman. From the bag Passepartout was carrying he took a packet of notes and laid them on the clerk's desk. "Now you are released on bail," said the judge. "The money will be returned to you when you serve your sentence, and you will be released from prison at the end of the term." "Go!" said Mr. Fogg to his servant. "But at least they'll give me back the shoes!" cried Passepartout angrily. The clerk returned the shoes to him. "Well, those shoes are very expensive!" he muttered. "Over a thousand pounds each! And that's not to say what a headache they give me." Mr. Fogg let Mrs. Aouda take his arm and walked out of the court together, followed by the dejected Passepartout.Fixing on the hope that the great thief would rather spend eight days in confinement than lose the two thousand pounds, Fix continued to follow Phileas Fogg. Mr. Fogg called a carriage, got into it at once with Mrs. Aouda and Passepartout.Fix ran after the car, and in a short while the car was parked on a quay in Calcutta. The Rangoon was moored in the bay half a mile from the pier, and the signal flag for sailing had already been hoisted on the top of the main mast.The clock struck eleven.Mr Fogg arrived an hour early. Fix watched Fogg get Mrs. Aouda and the servants out of the car and onto a small barge, and he stamped his feet on the shore angrily. "The rascal," cried Fix, "he's gone! Two thousand pounds just thrown away! What a brigand! Hmph! I'll keep an eye on you if you run off to the sky! But, If he goes on like this, all the stolen money will be spent by him in no time!" It was only natural for Inspector Fix of the Constabulary to consider the problem of stolen money, since Mr Fogg had in fact squandered more than five thousand pounds in travel expenses, bonuses, elephants, bail and fines since he left London. Twenty-five thousand gold francs), so that the rewards paid to spies in proportion to the total amount of stolen money recovered became smaller and smaller.
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