Examples: “However, towards the end of it, and on hearing some slight rustle behind me, I half turned, discreetly, and caught a glimpse of another mourner, a woman, who must have slipped into the church after we of the funeral party had taken our places and who stood several rows behind and quite alone, very erect and still, and not holding a prayer book.”

Through the use of Mystery an atmosphere of tension is built. Through referencing “who stood several rows behind and quite alone, very erect and still, and not holding a prayer book.” This mystery of who the woman is and how she is very different to other mourners in the fact that she is making herself quite isolated and that she shows no typical features of a typical mourner and the fact that she carries no bible, when Arthur Kipps states “who stood several rows behind and quite alone”. This creates a sense of mystery as the woman has shown up out of nowhere, “...who must have slipped into the church after we…” These quotes show the mystery of the sudden appearance of the woman and later Arthur Kipps describes her as the woman in black, hinted to us in the beginning of the book though the title.

"As I did so and within a few yards of it, I glanced up. At one of the upper windows, the only window with bars across it, the window of the nursery, I caught a glimpse of someone standing. A woman. That woman. She was looking directly toward me." pg. 163. 

 
“By the time I reached the house again I was in a lather of sweat, from exertion and from the extremes of my emotions, as I fumbled with the key my hand shook, so that I dropped it twice upon the step before managing at last to open the front door. Once inside, I slammed it shut behind me”

 

“... Inch by inch gasping for breath until just at the last of her body sunk I lunged out and grabbed the dog about the neck and hauled and strained and tugged with all the force I could, a strength I would never have dreamed I cold have summoned up born of terror and desperation; and after an agonising time, when we both fought for our lives against the treacherous quicksand that tried to pull both of us down into itself."

‘Ancient chapel… all broken-down and crumbling’

‘I emerged into a small burial ground’

‘the open marshes and the water of the estuary gleamed silver’

‘[the marshes] lay silent, still and shining under the November sky’

‘I looked up ahead and saw, as if rising out of the water itself, a tall, gaunt house of grey stone with a slate roof which now gleamed steelily in the light’

'the fog, the thickest of London peasoupers, which had hemmed us in on all sides since dawn'
'The fog had scarcely allowed any daylight to penetrate the foul gloom of the atmosphere'