**The Brockhursts' Easter week house party was taking an ominous turn.** *A sinister seance...* Madame Sophie's usually brilliant mediumistic performance was spoiled by a sudden blackout and eerie, unexplained screams and knockings. *A missing butler...* Chan, the perfect Chinese butler, suddenly was no longer there. Neither was his silver salver. *The wrong body in the mummy case...* And when pretty Iris Cooper's beau, Clarence Brockhurst, took her upstairs to meet his mummy, they found that 5,000-year-old Ra-Hotep had been ousted from his sarcophagus by the dead body of a scantily clad young woman. Someone at the Brockhursts' palatial California estate that beautiful spring week in 1928 had committed the perfect crime -- without a weapon, without a motive. Was it, as Madame Sophie insisted, the mummy's curse? Or a cold, clever killer on the prowl?