Mr. Harris Alternate Ending

“I lost my wife,” cried Harris again, distraught over the indifference of the two men. The two men did not reply, shaking their heads at him in vague amusement. Seeing that the two men would not be of any use, Harris turned back to the four roads. One of the roads stretched into the forest; it was a worn, dirt road and the soil was packed tight by the years of footsteps that have traipsed on it. Another was white and flat, similar to the road Harris had just biked on. The last two were rarely used paths, shadowed by tall trees and overrun with brambles, vines, and other various overgrowth. Harris immediately dismissed the last paths, and settled for the second. Surely, Harris thought to himself, this is the right path, for it looks identical
He had felt behind him, and felt nothing but space. He hoped to convey the urgency of finding his wife, telling the policemen that Mrs. Harris had no money and knew no Dutch. “Ah,” said the policemen to each other in amusement, in sudden understanding of the situation, “These folk are foreigners. No wonder this man could not keep his wife.”
Thoroughly insulted, Harris considered exiting the building, but ultimately decided that the need to find his wife overrode his own sense of personal pride. They had had a slight row that morning, and Harris was sure Mrs. Harris would have considered him leaving her over their frivolous dispute. Nevertheless, none of the policemen knew where his wife could be. Red-faced and frantic, Harris hurried out of the building and nearly collided with a pair of passing men.
However, this turned out to be the stroke of luck that Harris and his wife needed. The two villagers had heard of a distressed lady found in an adjacent village whose cause of distress was very much a bewilderment to the villagers.
“Perhaps you could go and see if she is your wife,” said