It is very disturbing. Passepartout is nowhere to be found, and it is already the next morning since we saw him. Aouda and I are very worried, and met Mr Fix earlier, and he was not with him. I suspect, though I have told no one, that he knows more than he lets on, but it would be very rude to accuse him.
The Carnatic left last night by change of schedule, so we have missed it.
However, not all is lost, for Phileas has found a man, Mr John Bunsby, owner of the Tankadere, who is willing to take us to Shanghai, Japan, where the boat Mr Fogg is supposed to take to the Americas begins. Until we set sail, Phileas has gone is search of Passepartout as I sit in the cabin of the Tankadere and try and comfort Aouda, as she is much worried by the disappearance of our French friend.
Now Mr Bunsby is calling me; I must go. I will write when I know more.
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