第10章

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，shipbrokers，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，scrutinized 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 theMongolia'.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 theMongolia'.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 deion of its bearer.An involuntary motion of surprise nearly escaped him，for the deion 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.