The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
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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."
oil painting ¡¡¡¡"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?" ¡¡¡¡"No." ¡¡¡¡"Perhaps he's a manufacturer, then." ¡¡¡¡"The Daily Telegraph says that he is a gentleman." ¡¡¡¡It was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind his newspapers, who made this remark. He bowed to his friends, and entered into the conversation. The affair which formed its subject, and which was town talk, had occurred three days before at the Bank of England. A package of banknotes, to the value of fifty-five thousand pounds, had been taken from the principal cashier's table