Few politicians can claim to enjoy torturing their voters, at least not literally. Lalit Yadav is a dishonourable exception. A liquor contractor, muscleman, social mover, political provider, man for all seasons not above breaking a few rules and bones, Yadav is not what columnists are apt to call the "consummate" politician. So when last week the police caught up with a badly-battered truck driver and his helper trapped in the outhouses of his sprawling ministerial bungalow on a high-security road named after Lord Hardinge, it merely proved a point.