„Have you been ill-treated?“
„Not at all.“
„Very well; let the complainants come in.“
A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three Indian priests entered.
„That’s it,“ muttered Passepartout; „these are the rogues who were going to burn our young lady.“
The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of having violated a place held consecrated by the Brahmin religion.
„You hear the charge?“ asked the judge.