Would it not be better to wait until Mr.Fogg reached London again, and then impart to him that an agent of the metropolitan police had been following him round the world, and have a good laugh over it?
No doubt; at least, it was worth considering.

The first thing to do was to find Mr.Fogg, and apologise for his singular behaviour.
Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he could with the rolling of the steamer, to the after-deck.

He saw no one who resembled either his master or Aouda.

"Good!" muttered he; "Aouda has not got up yet, and Mr.Fogg has probably found some partners at whist." He descended to the saloon.

Mr.Fogg was not there.