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Chapter 3
Phileas Fogg, having shut the door of his house at half-past eleven, and having put his
right foot before his left five hundred and seventy-five times, and his left foot before his
right five hundred and seventy-six times, reached the Reform Club, an imposing edifice
in Pall Mall, which could not have cost less than three millions. He repaired at once to the
dining-room, the nine windows of which open upon a tasteful garden, where the trees
were already gilded with an autumn colouring; and took his place at the habitual table,
the cover of which had already been laid for him. His breakfast consisted of a side-dish, a
broiled fish with Reading sauce, a scarlet slice of roast beef garnished with mushrooms, a
rhubarb and gooseberry tart, and a morsel of Cheshire cheese, the whole being washed
down with several cups of tea, for which the Reform is famous. He rose at thirteen
minutes to one, and directed his steps towards the large hall, a sumptuous apartment
adorned with lavishly-framed paintings. A flunkey handed him an uncut Times, which he
proceeded to cut with a skill which betrayed familiarity with this delicate operation. The
perusal of this paper absorbed Phileas Fogg until a quarter before four, whilst the
Standard, his next task, occupied him till the dinner hour. Dinner passed as breakfast had
done, and Mr. Fogg re-appeared in the reading-room and sat down to the Pall Mall at
twenty minutes before six. Half an hour later several members of the Reform came in and
drew up to the fireplace, where a coal fire was steadily burning. They were Mr. Fogg's
usual partners at whist: Andrew Stuart, an engineer; John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin,
bankers; Thomas Flanagan, a brewer; and Gauthier Ralph, one of the Directors of the
Bank of England-- all rich and highly respectable personages, even in a club which
comprises the princes of English trade and finance.
"Well, Ralph," said Thomas Flanagan, "what about that robbery?"
"Oh," replied Stuart, "the Bank will lose the money."
"On the contrary," broke in Ralph, "I hope we may put our hands on the robber. Skilful
detectives have been sent to all the principal ports of America and the Continent, and he'll
be a clever fellow if he slips through their fingers."
"But have you got the robber's description?" asked Stuart.
"In the first place, he is no robber at all," returned Ralph, positively.
"What! a fellow who makes off with fifty-five thousand pounds, no robber?"
"Perhaps he's a manufacturer, then."