Neither his wife nor his son nor his employers knew what dreams whirled in the head of Maxime Formartin. Perhapsunlike Thurber's elaborately dreaming Walter MittyMaxime himself did know. He was a lowly handyman, chauffeur and clerk for the firm of A. Freyman & Van Loo, Antwerp shippers. Long years of faithful service had brought him one occasional pleasure and privilege: going to the bank to draw some of the firm's money for import duties.
One day last week Maxime Formartin went to the bank, drew out 485,000 Belgian francs ($9,700) of his employers' money in crackling banknotes, and with...