The Postmaster of Market Deignton by E. Phillips Oppenheim

So far from things concerning the event becoming more clear to me since my arrival at Market Deignton, every day seems to weave an additional web of mystery around it, and to plunge me into deeper bewilderment.

There is no doubt about it: I am in a complete fog. I cannot tell which way to turn, or, rather, to grope; and there are still three long days before Sunday--three intolerable, dreary days.