Who's sorry now?

said (as the first one had) they knew a man who looked like the picture in the Voorburg Times ten or fifteen years ago in Oregon. Or Kansas. Or Nevada.
    It wasn’t until the next Monday morning that he heard from Mrs. White. ”Chief Walker, Henry and I have been out of town and I only read the Friday edition of the Voorburg Times today. I know who he is.”
    ”Are you sure?” Howard thought this was another of those useless calls.
    ”Absolutely. It’s the tailor in Cold Spring who wrecked my new dress.”
    Walker leaned forward and asked a bit too loudly, ”Do you know his name?”
    ”Not exactly. The shop is halfway down the hill on the north side of town and called simply `Tailoring.’ I paid in cash and never knew his name. But I assume you already know this.”
    ”No, I had a lot of calls but none of them were any good.”
    ”You’re going to arrest him, I assume. The paper didn’t say why he was being sought but that’s the usual reason for a newspaper to print a picture just saying, DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN?”
    ”That’s right. He’s responsible for one murder and two attempts at murder as well as two counts of arson. Thank you so much for letting me know.”
    ”Are you arresting him today?” she asked. ”I hope so. Such a dangerous man. I’d never have guessed. I just knew he was nasty and incompetent. I told Mr. Kurtz I was going to take the dress back to the other tailor to show him how it should have been fixed. Thank goodness I didn’t do that. He might have murdered me next.” She laughed, but it was a feeble, half-scared noise.
    ”I have to get his fingerprints before we arrest him. I want to be a hundred percent positive that I have the right man. Thanks again, Mrs. White.”
    He called Parker. ”I think we’ve got our man. But we need fingerprints. And that takes a warrant. I don’t have enough proof to get a warrant. Just the word of someone else.”
    ”Coffee cup,” Parker said. ”It worked before.”
    ”But what if he recognizes me?” Howard asked. ”At one time or another I’ve been in most of the towns around here in uniform. In fact, I was in uniform when I took Bernadette to the bank in Cold Spring, and that was only a few days ago.”
    ”I’ve never been in Cold Spring at all,” Parker said.
    ”I think you’re a bit too young to pull off the coffee cup thing. I think it needs to be done by someone older and obviously harmless. Preferably white-haired. We can’t afford to botch this.”
    Parker asked, ”Does Mrs. White have a husband? Is he old enough?”
    ”Yes. He’s her second husband. Her first one was killed.” He didn’t want to share any more information about her first husband’s death.
    ”I think I might talk to him. I owe it to Mrs. White,” Howard said. ”She’s the one who knew him. I’ll give her husband a call. I’ll ask him to come into the office.”
    Henry White was well aware of his moral debt to Chief Walker and said he’d be glad to help. ”I can do the dotty old guy as well as anybody else. Tell me what you want me to do.”
    ”We need his fingerprints.”
    ”How can I get them?” Henry asked.
    ”The coffee cup ploy,” Howard said with a smile. ”I’ll buy a very smooth coffee cup, wash it off thoroughly, and only touch the handle to put it in a paper bag. You take it along to Cold Spring. Park where the car you drive can’t be seen.”
    Henry was grinning. ”What next?”
    ”You go into the tailor’s shop. It’s halfway down the steep main street on the left. By the way, you didn’t go into the shop when your wife took her dress to be fixed, did you?”
    ”No. She drove herself. But it’s our only car. Maybe I should borrow someone else’s.”
    ”Jack has a new car,” Parker put in. ”Not really new. Just new to him. If he doesn’t want to lend his, I’m sure Mrs. Smithson would provide hers to Mr. White.”
    ”Smart deputy you’ve got,” Henry White said.
    ”I think Jack’s would be better,” Howard said. ”Mrs. Smithson inherited a lot of rental property from her late husband. Some of the buildings might be in Cold Spring. If we promise Jack the whole story for his paper as soon as we arrest this man, he’ll be glad to lend you his car.
    ”You do this,” Walker went on. ”Park where the tailor in Cold Spring can’t see the car, take the cup out of the bag by the handle. Don’t touch the rest of it. Walk in, act frantic. Say your wife is in the car and you think she’s ill. She needs a