Outside, in Cairo's dingy streets in the Citadel quarter, policemen with fixed bayonets ringed the court. Inside, British sappers had searched the courtroom from top to bottom for mines. On the crowded courtroom benches the red tarbooshes bobbed up & down. The whispers of the perfumed mascaraed women rose to an excited buzz. Then the two handcuffed prisoners were ushered in—short, stocky, red-faced Eliahu Bet Tsouri, his arms defiantly akimbo; tall, pale, black-mustached Eliahu Hakim, his slender fingers tightly twisted round the iron-spiked bars of the dock.
Not since seven Egyptian students had killed British General Sir Lee Stack in Cairo 20...
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