From the original dust jacket: Here is that rarity, a detective novel with an original setting. A miracle is expected at Port Fletcher, Connecticut. Mrs. Agatha Weir, priestess of a strange new cult of "Assumptionism," is to be some day recieved up into heave as were Enoch and Elijah; and her bedroom in the temple has been specially constructed for such an eventuality. A medium prophesies the date, publicity gets to work, and all America hums with anticipation. The lady disappears. Mortimer Hood, the scientist who was called in to vouch for the miracle, finds himself with a very pretty problem to investigate. The priestess has indubitably disappeared. But how? Had her disciples faked the miracle? If so, why? Why was there a stain of egg nog on the bedspread? And why was Mrs. Weir's old mother so sure she was dead? This is a first-rate and most thrilling thriller.