Chapter Twenty-Three
His Serene Holiness, the Dalai Lama, appeared far from untroubled to Angel, who welcomed him into Farley Manor’s splendid drawing-room.
“Unless I’m mistaken, you have much on your mind,” he broached.
The Tibetan’s expression, usually so benign, perceptively darkened. “Brother, I know that you have retreated from the bustle of town life, but is it possible that you have not followed the international situation?”
“The truth is I have been swamped in the last few days, with little time to watch the news on television.”
“But you do have one available?”
“There’s one in the sitting-room across the hall.”
“Angel, the world is on the brink of nuclear war, and you know nothing about it?”
The former footballer looked aghast at the elderly monk, knowing that he was the la
