death of Mrs Sarah Jane White (Nee Stephenson) The gentleman on the phone was call Gerald Fox and he had agreed to see George at 3pm that day.
George went home and changed from his working clothes then ate some lunch before setting out for the train to Gosforth. He bought a ticket at North Shields train station and waited on the platform. George walked up and down the platform like an expectant father. Finally the A106 arrived and George boarded it. The smell of coal from the steam driven engine filled the air as George took his seat. He sat reading the morning paper as the train got under way. The sound of clackety clack, clackety clack reverberated around the carriage as the train picked up speed, it stopped at Percy Main, Walker and Newcastle before moving on to Gosforth.
When George got off he asked the station master if he knew where the Anderson Adoption agency was.’
The station Master was very knowledgeable and gave George precise directions.
He told him that it was about ten minutes walk away and was on Christon Road.
George walked the streets that were privately owned. They were large terraced houses owned by doctors and solicitors; he felt a little out of place as two women gave him a look enough to say “what is your kind doing here.’ He wore his best black suit, his waistcoat, and polished boots. He even wore his best flat cap.
When he reached Christon Road he looked down to see an old Victorian building the double gates and trees surrounding the place gave it an eerie look. He walked along the gravel path and his feet gave a crunching sound as he walked along its length and knocked on the door.
It was answered by a little old lady who asked him his name the he was ordered to follow her as Mr Fox was expecting him.
George walked through the hall after removing his cap which had several paintings on the walls the floor was highly polished and the smell of Brasso was in the air as he was led to a room.
The old lady knocked then entered.
“Mr Taylor to see you sir.’
“Thank you Winifred would you be so kind as to bring us some tea; I’m sure that Mr Taylor would like refreshment after his journey.
Winifred curtseyed and then left the room.’
“Now Mr Taylor or can I call you George.’
“Certainly sir.’ Well I have come with something of great importance.’
“A recent bereavement in my street has led me here sir and I wondered if you could give me some information regarding the whereabouts of Miss Elizabeth Emily Stephenson.’
I’m afraid that is confidential information George; may I enquire as to why you seek this person.
“I believe that the person I speak of has been bequeathed some property and valuables and I would like to pass them onto her if that is at all possible.’
Winifred returned with tea and biscuits and poured out a cup in the most elegantly pattered bone china George had ever seen and handed it to him.
“Thank you Madam said George politely.’
When Winifred had served them both she again left the room and closed the door behind her.
“So you were saying said Gerald Fox?’
“Yes Sir, I wish to reunite Miss Elizabeth Emily Stephenson with said property.’