Cairo was crawling with provocative rumors inspired by a bastard alliance of Communists and the rich men of the discredited Wafd party. The twelve-man Revolutionary Council was falling apart, whispered the rumormongers; its leaders were quarreling, its officers were selling out to the British. The brush-fire spread of the talk worried the men who 14 months ago wrested Egypt from the fat hands of King Farouk, for ruling Egypt is like riding a bicycle: keep rolling or you fall off. One night last week, the twelve officers went together to Cairo's jam-packed...
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