Mr. DeBrugh was dead, but he still regarded his promise as a sacred duty to be carried out.
"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-paneled 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.
A mild ghost story, enjoyable and well-written. The story started in italics, switched to regular type in the middle, switched back to italics again and ended in regular type seemingly for no reason.