THE doctor (like me) had his shoes off.

The doctor (like me) had come in without making the least noise.

He cocked the pistol without saying a word.

I felt that I was probably standing face to face with death, and I too said not a word.

We two Rogues looked each other steadily and silently in the face--he, the mighty and prosperous villain, with my life in his hands: I, the abject and poor scamp, waiting his mercy.
It must have been at least a minute after I heard the click of the cocked pistol before he spoke.
"How did you get here ?" he asked.
The quiet commonplace terms in which he put his question, and the perfect composure and politeness of his manner, reminded me a little of Gentleman Jones.