第72章

IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG'S NAME IS ONCE MORE AT A PREMIUM ON'CHANGE.

It is time to relate what a change took place in English public opinion，when it transpired that the real bankrobber，a certain James Strand，had been arrested，on the 17th of December，at Edinburgh.Three days before，Phileas Fogg had been a criminal，who was being desperately followed up by the police；now he was an honourable gentleman，mathematically pursuing his eccentric journey round the world.

The papers resumed their discussion about the wager；all those who had laid bets，for or against him，revived their interest，as if by magic；thePhileas Fogg bends'again became negotiable，and many new wagers were made.Phileas Fogg's name was once more at a premium on'Change.

His five friends of the Reform Club passed these three days in a state of feverish suspense.Would Phileas Fogg，whom they had forgotten，reappear before their eyes！Where was he at this moment？The 17th of December，the day of James Strand's arrest，was the seventy-sixth since Phileas Fogg's departure，and no news of him had been received.Was he dead？Had he abandoned the effort，or was he continuing his journey along the route agreed upon？And would he appear on Saturday，the 21st of December，at a quarter before nine in the evening，on the threshold of the Reform Club saloon？

The anxiety in which，for three days，London society existed，cannot be described.Telegrams were sent to America and Asia for news of Phileas Fogg.Messengers were despatched to the house in Saville Row morning and evening.No news.The police were ignorant what had become of the detective，Fix，who had so unfortunately followed up a false scent.Bets increased，nevertheless，in number and value.Phileas Fogg，like a racehorse，was drawing near his last turning-point.The bonds were quoted，no longer at a hundred below par，but at twenty，at ten，and at five；and paralytic old Lord Albemarle bet even in his favour.

A great crowd was collected in Pall Mail and the neighbouring streets on Saturday evening；it seemed like a multitude of brokers permanently established around the Reform Club.Circulation was impeded，and everywhere disputes，discussions，and financial transactions were going on.The police had great difficulty in keeping back the crowd，and as the hour when Phileas Fogg was due approached，the excitement rose to its highest pitch.

The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the club.John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin，the bankers，Andrew Stuart，the engineer，Gauthier Ralph，the director of the Bank of England，and Thomas Flanagan，the brewer，one and all waited anxiously.

When the clock indicated twenty minutes past eight，Andrew Stuart got up，saying，Gentlemen，in twenty minutes the time agreed upon between Mr Fogg and ourselves will have expired.

What time did the last train arrive from Liverpool？asked Thomas Flanagan.

At twenty-three minutes past seven，replied Gauthier Ralph；and the next does not arrive till ten minutes after twelve.