The director leveled his gun at Street.
"I am at last convinced that there is only one way in which you could
be so certain that Baker is not dead. You know he is alive, and you
know it because you are Baker."
"You are correct," Street said. "I am the celebrated Robin Hood of
space. It is too great an honor to deny."
"I will go into confinement for many years because of what I am about
to do, but I must see the Galaxy rid of you."
The director fired the lethal charge at point-blank range and the tall
man tumbled to the floor.
"I had to do it," the director said over the body. "It was well enough
to frame you for Baker's crimes due to your suspicious knowledge of
him, but I didn't know you were going to fail to protest, that you were
going to go along with the lie. I couldn't stand another man living to
take the honor for being Baker. There can be no living Baker but _me_."