At twenty minutes to nine Phileas Fogg and his servant took their places in the train. At 8.45 the engine whistled and the train started.
The night was dark, and a fine rain was falling. Mr. Fogg was comfortably settled in his corner, and did not say a word. Passe-partout, still rather in a state of stupefaction, mechanically gripped the bag with the bank-notes.
But scarcely had the train rushed through Sydenham, than Passe-partout uttered a cry of despair.
"What is the matter with you?" asked Mr. Fogg.
"Oh dear me! In my hurry I quite forgot—"
"What?"
"I forgot to turn the gas off in my room!"
"Very well, my lad," replied Mr. Fogg coolly, "then it must burn while we are away—at your expense."
CHAPTER V.
In which a New Kind of Investment appears on the Stock Exchange.