Harris made his way there.

The police gave him a piece of paper, and told him to write down a full description of his wife, together with details of when and where he had lost her.

He did not know where he had lost her; all he could tell them was the name of the village where he had lunched.

He knew he had her with him then, and that they had started from there together.
The police looked suspicious; they were doubtful about three matters: Firstly, was she really his wife?
Secondly, had he really lost her?
Thirdly, why had he lost her?
With the aid of a hotel-keeper, however, who spoke a little English, he overcame their scruples.

They promised to act, and in the evening they brought her to him in a covered wagon, together with a bill for expenses.