I went down to the street door. The chain was up! A convincing proof that it was this very Richard Manx, our young man lodger--the man who paints and wears a wig, and who is flat-footed--whose movements I had heard through the wall which divides Mrs. Bailey's room from the room in which the murder was committed. I am too tired to write a minute longer. This is the longest letter I have ever written. Good night, dear love. God bless and guard you! Your ever devoted, BECKY. [Decoration] CHAPTER XVIII. THE "EVENING MOON" RE-OPENS THE SUBJECT OF THE GREAT PORTER SQUARE MURDER, AND RELATES A ROMANTIC STORY CONCERNING THE MURDERED MAN AND HIS WIDOW. A few hours before Becky wrote this last letter to the man she loved, the _Evening Moon_ presented its readers with a Supplement entirely devoted to particulars relating to the murder in No. 119, Great Porter Square. The Supplement was distinguished by a number of sensational headings which the street news-vendors industriously circulated with the full force of their lungs:-- THE MURDER IN GREAT PORTER SQUARE. A ROMANCE IN REAL LIFE. A HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS. WEALTH, BEAUTY, AND LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. After a lapse of several weeks, we re-open the subject of the murder in Great Porter Square. Although the murderer is still at large, the affair has advanced another and most important stage, and one element of mystery in connection with it is satisfactorily cleared up. We are about to disclose the name of the murdered man, and at the same time to lay before our readers certain interesting information relating to him which without doubt will be eagerly read. For this information we are again indebted to the Special Reporter, whose graphic account of the trial and of his subsequent adventures in relation to Antony Cowlrick, the person accused of the murder, has been circulated far and wide. Until now, the murder in Great Porter Square has been distinguished by two unsatisfactory features. The first and most important is that the murderer was undiscovered. Unhappily no light has been thrown upon this part of the affair. The second, and most interesting feature, was that the man who was murdered was unknown. We do not remember a parallel case. But the murdered man is now identified, and his widow is lamenting his cruel and untimely death. Before our readers reach the end of our article, which, for the purpose of better description, we throw into narrative form, they will indeed admit that truth is stranger than fiction.