Sometime today . . .

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. . . four dupes will track (probably already have tracked)  Moira down, announce that she has another telegram, and recite the following poem, one line at a time, changing dupes with every line.  Because this will probably be a bit bewildering to watch, the one who says the last line will hand her a written copy.

The ocean may be out of sight
And the view from our window, not quite right
But clue number five in a bottle you'll find
Down in your office (didn't think you'd mind)
Put it up somewhere and think of the sea
For someday soon, that's where we'll be
Out on the water, the wind in our hair
Sailing together, beyond all care