But at two o'clock the outlook entirely changed.

A second visit to the Post Office was rewarded by a telegram in code from Agnew saying all was well, and that he would be at Holyhead to pick up Crawford on Tuesday evening.

There was just time to catch a London train that arrived in time for the Irish mail from Euston.

On Tuesday morning Crawford was pacing the breakwater at Holyhead, and a few hours later he was discussing matters with Agnew in the little cabin of the _Clydevalley_.
The latter had amply made up for the loss of time caused by some misunderstanding as to the rendezvous at the Tuskar, for he was able to show Crawford, to his intense delight, that the cargo had all been safely and successfully transferred to the hold of the _Clydevalley_ in a bay on the Welsh coast, mainly at night.

Some sixteen transport labourers from Belfast, willing Ulster hands, had shifted the stuff in less than half the time taken by Germans at Langeland over the same job.
There was, therefore, nothing more to be done except to steam leisurely to Copeland, for which there was ample time before Friday evening.