Sinopsis

"Letty," Mr. DeBrugh remarked between long puffs on his meerschaum,
"you've been a fine maid. You've served Mrs. DeBrugh and me for most of
fifteen years. Now I haven't much more time in this life, and I want you to
know that after Mrs. DeBrugh and I are gone, you will be well taken care of."
Letty stopped her dusting of the chairs in Mr. DeBrugh's oak-ed study.
She sighed and turned toward the man, who sat on a heavy sofa, puffing on
his pipe and gazing across the room into nothingness.
"You mustn't talk that way, Mr. DeBrugh," she said. "You know you're a long
time from the dark ways yet." She paused, and then went on dusting and
talking again. "And me—humph—I've only done...