She looked past the crowds of people as the train pulled away and there standing on her own was Abigail, the daughter she had never seen since she held her in her arms as a baby before giving her up for adoption twenty two year ago. They stood looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity until Abigail ran towards her and held her mother for the very first time. They were both in tears as all their emotions came flooding out. Someone brought Abigail’s cases over for her and she and her mother walked over the bridge together arm in arm. They were met on the other side by Edward and Muriel and Ellen introduced her to her brother.
“So I have an uncle; this is fantastic she cried.
“Come on I know where there is a lovely Tea shop around the corner.’
In March 1973 a letter arrived through the post from Huntley’s solicitors.
Linda Martin was to attend a meeting at the office at ten o’clock that Wednesday.
She was informed that it was something of great benefit to her.
She put on her best dress and coat and boarded the train to Newcastle city centre.
The train couldn’t get there quick enough for Linda and when it did arrive Linda crossed the road past the Cockthorne Hotel and up toward Pilgrim Street where Huntley’s was.
Going to the reception she told the girl that she had an appointment.’
Please take a seat Miss Martin someone will be with you presently.
Linda picked up a magazine and began to read it. Then a door opened and a tall gentleman came out wearing a pin striped grey suit.
“Nigel Huntley said the man and Linda shook his hand.
Would you mind coming with me Miss Martin?’
“Would you like me to explain why you are here Miss Martin?’
“It would help yes.’
“Well we have been contacted by the solicitors of the late Mrs Abigail Martin Johnson.
Who was the daughter of your late uncle George who was killed in France I believe.’
“Yes well what has that to do with me?’
“Well it has quite a lot to do with you actually Miss Martin as you have been named as the benefactor of a Manor house in Coventry and a bungalow in North Shields. I know that your father passed away suddenly Miss Martin so you being the oldest relative are the sole beneficiary to your late cousins will.
Abigail was until her death living on her own in the Manor house; but died just recently. As it stands the property is worth in the region of one million pounds; the cottage is worth about forty thousand pounds.
“You are kidding me right.’
“No Miss Martin I kid you not.’
“What am I to do with it?
“You can do what you wish with the properties Miss Martin they are yours to dispose of as you see fit.’
“I cannot believe this.’
“How did you find me?’
“It was through a lady called Muriel Forrester who had taken the time to do a family tree. She is now seventy six years old and lives in Tynemouth. It is all documented in her Journal which she is leaving to you to read.
Nigel Huntley brought out the deeds to both properties and a large journal.