"GRAB the ceiling! The man who looks down is dead!"There was no one in the bank who doubted the statement. The second bandit advanced to the paying teller's window. With a heavy-calibered, single-action, cocked and probably hair-triggered pistol, he motioned the teller to admit him back of the long counter that ran the length of the room. Back of it were the cages of the employees, with an open space toward the front.