The gun barrel slowed for an instant.
Norman lunged in.
The gun went off under his left arm, pinking the window.
The gun clunked on the floor. Jennings' skinny form went limp. As Norman sat him down on the chair, he began to sob, convulsively.
Norman lifted the phone and asked for an on-campus number. The connection was made quickly. "Gunnison?" he asked.
"Uh-huh, just caught me as I was leaving."
"Theodore Jennings' parents live right near the college, don't they? You know, the chap who flunked out last semester."
"I believe they do. What's the matter?"
"Better get them over here quick. And have them bring his doctor. He just tried to shoot me."
There was a pause. Norman visualized Gunnison's startled reaction! Then, "Right away!"