What on earth was going on at the boarding house of St Ignatius, on Tuesday morning last? Normally at 8am, the dining room would be filled with the human version of a horde of locusts, ravenously wolfing down cereal, toast, eggs and bacon, whatever they could get their hungry teenage hands on. But, no, the dining room is deserted. And so are the playing fields. And the basketball court. Not a soul in the cricket nets. None of them in the library and ... And there!
Some cries in the distance. Getting louder now.
