The Robber looked briefly up, narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The two men stood like statues, not risking a move of the hand. The gun slowly traversed Leiter's stomach, then Bond's.
The man sat lazily looking down at the breech, his chair still tilted against the small door with the yellow Yale lock. The man's left hand was at the trigger, his right just in front of the triggerguard, pivoting the gun. “The rifle started to move lazily in a low arc.
