All the party went ashore at once. Fix was much inclined to arrest Fogg on the spot, but refrained. Why? Did he think he was mistaken after all? At any rate he would not abandon Mr. Fogg. They all got into the train at half-past one a.m., and were in Dublin at daybreak, and immediately embarked on the mail-steamer which, disdaining to ride over the waves, cut through them.
At twenty minutes to twelve (noon) Mr. Fogg disembarked at
Liverpool.[B] He was within six hours' run from London now.
[Footnote B: Holyhead.—Trans.]
But at that moment Fix approached him, and putting his hand upon Mr.
Fogg's shoulder, said:
"Are you really Phileas Fogg?"
"Yes," was the reply.
"Then I arrest you in the Queen's name!"
CHAPTER XXXIV.
In which Passe-partout uses Strong Language.
Phileas Fogg was in prison. He had been shut up in the Custom House, pending his removal to London.