The staircase was in darkness, but there was a faint light coming from below.
He knew that it was the moonlight shining through the narrow glass windows on either side of the front door.
Very very slowly, one step at a time, he started to move down the stairs.
Although they were carpeted, he well knew that the slightest creak would alert the men waiting for him.
When he was half-way down he saw them.
They were standing on either side of the door.
They were looking out, watching for his expected arrival.
Each Russian had a weapon in his hand that they intended to kill him with.
Slowly Kelvin took one more small step and then another.
He did not make a sound.
As if the fact that he was behind them penetrated the consciousness of the Russians, the man on the right of the door turned
