"Yes, and no," returned Fix; "there is good and
bad luck in such things. But you must understand
that I don't travel at my own expense."

"Oh, I am quite sure of that!" cried Passepartout,
laughing heartily.

Fix, fairly puzzled, descended to his cabin and gave
himself up to his reflections. He was evidently sus-
pected; somehow or other the Frenchman had found
out that he was a detective. But had he told his mas-
ter? What part was he playing in all this: was he an
accomplice or not? Was the game, then, up? Fix
spent several hours turning these things over in his
mind, sometimes thinking that all was lost, then per-
suading himself that Fogg was ignorant of his pres-
ence, and then undecided what course it was best to
take.

Nevertheless, he preserved his coolness of mind,
and at last resolved to deal plainly with Passepartout.
If he did not find it practicable to arrest Fogg at Hong
Kong, and if Fogg made preparations to leave that
last foothold of English territory, he, Fix, would tell
Passepartout all. Either the servant was the accom-
plice of his master, and in this case the master knew
of his operations, and he should fail; or else the
servant knew nothing about the robbery, and then
his interest would be to abandon the robber.

Such was the situation between Fix and Passepar-
tout. Meanwhile Phileas Fogg moved about above

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