Three years ago, fat Fuad Serag el Din was one of Egypt's masters. He planted his bulk firmly behind a huge desk equipped with seven phones, four squawk-boxes, three fountain pens and a mound of specially rolled, bat-sized Havanas, and bossed the secret police as Interior Minister, the treasury as Finance Minister, and the nation's No.1 political party as secretary general of the Wafd.
Last week Fuad Serag el Din sat before the bar of justice in a Cairo court, smoking cigarettes instead of cigars, his expensive suit bagging a little on his thinning frame. He was on trial for his life...
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