e to
recall the occurrences of the day before--Fix's confidence and the
opium-smoking, etc.

"The fact is," he thought, "I have been very tipsy. What will Mr. Fogg
say? At any rate, I have not missed the steamer, and that is the
principal thing;" then he thought of Fix. "As for him," he muttered,
"I trust he has not dared to follow us on board this ship, as he said.
A detective tracking my master, and accusing him of robbing the Bank
of England! Bosh! he is no more a robber than I am an assassin."

Now, was he to tell all this to his master? Would it not be better to
wait till they all reached London, and when the detective had followed
them all round the world, to have a good laugh at him? This was a
point to be considered. The first thing was to find Mr. Fogg and ask
his pardon.

Passe-partout accordingly got up; the sea was rough, and the ship
rolled considerably. It was with some difficulty he reached the
quarterdeck, but could not see anyone at all like his master or Mrs.
Aouda.

"All right," he thought, "the lady is not up yet, and Mr. Fogg is
probably playing whist as usual."

Passe-partout accordingly went down to the saloon. Mr. Fogg was not
there. All he could do now was to ask the purser for his master's
cabin. That individual replied that he knew no passenger by the name
of Fogg.

"Excuse me," said Passe-partout, "he is a tall, cool, quiet-looking
gentleman, and is accompanied by a young lady."

"There is no young lady on board," said the purser. "However, here is
the passenger-list, and you can see for yourself."

Passe-partout did so. His master's name was not entered.

Suddenly an idea occurred to him, and he said: "Am I on the
_Carnatic_?"

"Yes," replied the purser.

"On the way to Hong Kong?"

"Yes, decidedly."

Passe-partout for the moment was afraid he had got on the wrong ship,
but if he was on the _Carnatic_ it was evident his master was not.

Passe-partout fell back on a chair. He was thunder-struck. All at once
the light broke in upon his mind; he remembered that the hour of the
ship sailing had been altered, that he ought to have told his master,
and he had not done so. It was therefore his fault that they had
missed the vessel.

His fault no doubt, but still more the fault of that traitor who had
endeavoured to keep his master at Hong Kong, and had made him
(Passe-partout) tipsy. He saw it all now. His master was ruined,
arrested, and imprisoned perhaps. Passe-partout was