Baker's Dozens

Catching him was no problem; they caught him everywhere—and practically all at once!
Mr. Street, you are the foremost xenologist on Earth, the director of Extraterrestrial Investigations said to the tall man.
I know, Street said.
What do you know about the infamous criminal, Baker, the so-called 'Robin Hood' who is actually a scarlet fiend?
Everything.
Surely not how he died.
Everything but that.
The director put his briefcase on his knees. Mr. Street, my agency received numerous accounts of his death, or deaths, on various worlds. Can you tell me which, if any, of these stories is true by studying our intelligence reports?
Easily, Street said.
We have had Baker under observation many times by our planted Orwells—our peepbugs—but you must understand that we need absolute proof on him since he has supporters even on Earth, and in waiting for that proof, we lost contact often at vital moments.
I understand perfectly, Street assured him.
Are there really space pirates? Mrs. Fuljohn inquired of him, giggling furiously.