Shutting the door softly behind him, he made a brief mental inventory of the room, then undressed and got into bed.

Ten minutes later Miles Standish came into the room, carrying fresh dressings and a bottle of lotion.

Gavin roused himself from a half-doze and was duly grateful for the dexterous applying of the new bandages to his bruised scalp.
"You work like a surgeon," he told Milo.
"Thanks," returned Standish drily, making no other comment on the praise.
His task accomplished Standish bade his guest a curt good night and left the room.

A minute later Gavin got up and stole to the door to verify a faint sound he fancied he had heard.

And he found he had been correct in his guess.