Up to that moment, my own opinion had been (as you know) that the Colonel had died as wickedly as he had lived.

I don't say the copy from his Will actually converted me from that opinion: I only say it staggered me.
"Well," says Mr.Franklin, "now you have read the Colonel's own statement, what do you say?
In bringing the Moonstone to my aunt's house, am I serving his vengeance blindfold, or am I vindicating him in the character of a penitent and Christian man ?" "It seems hard to say, sir," I answered, "that he died with a horrid revenge in his heart, and a horrid lie on his lips.

God alone knows the truth.

Don't ask me." Mr.Franklin sat twisting and turning the extract from the Will in his fingers, as if he expected to squeeze the truth out of it in that manner.

He altered quite remarkably, at the same time.