"Set Sail for Surabaya"

They headed toward the crowded bar, but someone called out."Livingston, old man."This was a fat older man sitting at a booth to the left, and he was with another older man who was thin."Oh, hi, Mr. Boosterman," said Livingston."Get over here, boy," said the fat man.Livingston and Harry went over to the table. Both of the older men were smoking cigars, and they had highball glasses in front of them. The one who had called was bald and his pink face seemed about to burst from inside like a balloon. The thin one's face was the color of a damp fog on a winter morning. They were aged perhaps somewhere between forty-five and sixty-five."Who's your pal, Livingston?" said the fat man."This is my friend the noted author Harry Beachcroft," said Livingston. "Harry, this is Mr. Boosterman and Mr. Pickles.""Hello," said Harry. "Did you say Harry Beachcroft?" said Mr. Boosterman."Yes," said Livingston."Jesus Christ," said Mr. Boosterman. "Did you hear that, Pickles?""I did indeed," said the thin…