To his villa in suburban Cairo one night last week went Canadian Ambassador Herbert Norman. 47, just back from seeing the Japanese movie, Mask of Destiny, with an Egyptian friend. Alone in the villa's great, silent library after midnight, Norman poured himself some straight shots of whisky while his wife slept in her bedroom. Next morning, weary from months of overwork, heavy-eyed from an almost sleepless night, Norman left home without waking his wife, walked slowly to the eight-story Nile View apartment building near by. Moments after he entered the building, he...
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