The House with the High Wall by Arthur Gask

BY THE next morning Robert had almost fully recovered from the shock of the accident, and was able to both think and speak coherently, and realise all that had happened. He made no pretence to himself that he was sorry Bannerstein was dead. Indeed, his only feeling was one of relief. Bannerstein had been a thoroughly bad man and certainly no friend of his. If he had come to learn of the attachment that had sprung up between him, Robert, and his stepdaughter, of course he would have done his utmost to prevent it going any farther, even to the extent of poisoning Lena's mind against him, by lies and, unhappily, truth.

Now he was dead, the matter of the theft of the emerald necklace might never come to Lena's knowledge and she need never know he had been a thief. His thoughts now turning to her, he asked the sister who was looking after him if someone could be sent round to The Mitre Hotel, as he expected there was a letter waiting for him there. "My name's Robert Willoughby," he added.