第35章

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT TAKES A TOO GREAT INTEREST IN HIS MASTER，AND WHAT COMES OF IT.

Hong Kong is an island which came into the pas session of the English by the treaty of Nankin，after the war of 1842；and the colonizing genius of the English has created upon it an important city and an excellent port.The island is situated at the mouth of the Canton River，and is separated by about sixty miles from the Portuguese town of Macao，on the opposite coast.Hong Kong has beaten Macao in the struggle for the Chinese trade，and now the greater part of the transportation of Chinese goods finds its depot at the former place.Docks，hospitals，wharves，a Gothic cathedral，a government house，macadamized streets give to Hong Kong the appearance of a town in Kent or Surrey transferred by some strange magic to the antipodes.

Passepartout wandered，with his hands in his pockets，towards the Victoria port，gazing as he went at the curious palanquins and other modes of conveyance，and the groups of Chinese，Japanese and Europeans who passed to and fro in the streets.Hong Kong seemed to him not unlike Bombay，Calcutta and Singapore，since，like them，it betrayed everywhere the evidence of English supremacy.At the Victoria port he found a confused mass of ships of all nations：English，French，American and Dutch，men-of-war and trading vessels，Japanese and Chinese junks，sempas，tankas and flower-boats，which formed so many floating parterres.Passepartout noticed in the crowd a number of the natives who seemed very old and were dressed in yellow.On going into a barber's to get shaved he learned that these ancient men were all at least eighty years old，at which age they are permitted to wear yellow，which is the Imperial colour.Passepartout，without exactly knowing why，thought this very funny.

On reaching the quay where they were to embark on theCarnatic'，he was not astonished to find Fix walking up and down.The detective seemed very much disturbed and disappointed.

This is bad，muttered Passepartout，for the gentlemen of the Reform Club！He accosted Fix with a merry smile，as if he had not perceived that gentleman's chagrin.The detective had，indeed，good reasons to inveigh against the bad luck which pursued him.The warrant had not come！It was certainly on the way，but as certainly it could not now reach Hong Kong for several days；and this being the last English territory on Mr Fogg's route，the robber would escape，unless he could manage to detain him.

Well，Monsieur Fix，said Passepartout，have you decided to go on with us as far as America？

Yes，returned Fix，through his set teeth.Good！exclaimed Passepartout，laughing heartily.I knew you could not persuade yourself to separate from us.Come and engage your berth.

They entered the steamer office and secured cabins for four persons.The clerk，as he gave them the tickets，informed them that，the repairs on theCarnatic'having been completed，the steamer would leave that very evening，and not next morning as had been announced.

That will suit my master all the better，said Passepartout.I will go and let him know.

Fix now decided to make a bold move；he resolved to tell Passepartout all.It seemed to be the only possible means of keeping Phileas Fogg several days longer at Hong Kong.He accordingly invited his companion into a tavern which caught his eye on the quay.On entering，they found themselves in a large room handsomely decorated，at the end of which was a large campbed furnished with cushions.Several persons lay upon this bed in a deep sleep.At the same tables which were arranged about the room some thirty customers were drinking English beer，porter，gin and brandy；smoking，the while，long red clay pipes stuffed with little balls of opium mingled with essence of rose.From time to time one of the smokers，overcome with the narcotic，would slip under the table，whereupon the waiters，taking him by the head and feet，carried and laid him upon the bed.The bed already supported twenty of these stupefied sots.

Fix and Passepartout saw that they were in a smoking-house haunted by those wretched，cadaverous，idiotic creatures，to whom the English merchants sell every year the miserable drug called opium，to the amount of one million four hundred thousand pounds-thousands devoted to one of the most despicable vices which afflict humanity！The Chinese government has in vain attempted to deal with the evil by stringent laws.It passed gradually from the rich，to whom it was at first exclusively reserved，to the lower classes，and then its ravages could not be arrested.Opium is smoked everywhere，at all times，by men and women，in the Celestial Empire；and，once accustomed to it，the victims cannot dispense with it，except by suffering horrible bodily contortions and agonies.A great smoker can smoke as many as eight pipes a day；but he dies in five years.It was in one of these dens that Fix and Passepartout，in search of a friendly glass，found themselves.Passepartout had no money，but willingly accepted Fix's invitation in the hope of returning the obligation at some future time.

They ordered two bottles of port，to which the Frenchman did ample justice，whilst Fix observed him with close attention.They chatted about the journey，and Passepartout was especially merry at the idea that Fix was going to continue it with them.When the bottles were empty，however，he rose to go and tell his master of the change in the time of the sailing of theCarnatic'.

Fix caught him by the arm，and said，Wait a moment.

What for，Mr Fix？

I want to have a serious talk with you.

A serious talk！cried Passepartout，drinking up the little wine that was left in the bottom of his glass.Well，we'll talk about it to-morrow；I haven't time now.

Stay！What I have to say concerns your master.