Tuesday, October 30, 4:36 PM, 1872

An astounding thing has happened! We were arrested in Calcutta, on the foolishness of Passepartout! He had entered a pagoda where no one was allowed with their shoes on. He managed to flee after accosting the priests, so of course we were then caught up with by the law. The English hold the Indian cultures in very high esteem, so long as they are not harmful to the people.

Calcutta

So as not to delay ourselves, Mr. Fogg had to pay the bail to get Passepartout and himself out of the courthouse and once more onto the streets of Calcutta. We boarded the Ragoon, and here I sit, a day away from the stop in Singapore, writing as much as possible in case I have no time in the next few days. It is not as comfortable as the Mongolia, but it suits my needs, and I am in pleasant company as I am staying with Aouda. I saw Mr. Fix aboard the boat. I am suspicious of him; I do believe I saw him sitting in the corner of the courthouse, though I do not tell anyone for fear I am mistaken and it causes a problem for nothing; and worse, if I should delay Phileas on the journey! We are already caught up, and if we lost a day, the twenty thousand pounds would be at risk. As I said, seeing Mr. Fix here makes me think he is not all that Passepartout thinks of him, and I feel as if we are being followed. If he follows us past Hong Kong, I believe I shall have to tell someone. I hear Aouda calling; I shall write when I have the time.