In the dusty streets of the Jordanian capital of Amman, men, camels and motors jostled one another. On the sidewalk, scribes at low desks wrote out petitions for illiterate Bedouins bound for the Prime Minister's weekly audience for the public. Then, at midmorning, an explosion . rained debris on the terrified town.
In his quarters on the second floor of the Foreign Ministry building, jovial Premier Hazza Majali, 44, one of the West's best friends in the Arab world, was killed instantly by a huge bomb that burst in his desk drawer.
At his hilltop palace 15 minutes away, Jordan's young...
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