Fix, left alone, was more impatient than ever, having a presentiment that the robber was on board the Mongolia.

If he had indeed left London intending to reach the New World, he would naturally take the route via India, which was less watched and more difficult to watch than that of the Atlantic.
But Fix's reflections were soon interrupted by a succession of sharp whistles, which announced the arrival of the Mongolia.

The porters and fellahs rushed down the quay, and a dozen boats pushed off from the shore to go and meet the steamer.

Soon her gigantic hull appeared passing along between the banks, and eleven o'clock struck as she anchored in the road.

She brought an unusual number of passengers, some of whom remained on deck to scan the picturesque panorama of the town, while the greater part disembarked in the boats, and landed on the quay.
Fix took up a position, and carefully examined each face and figure which made its appearance.