Acquaintances knew the gentleman as Charles Bolton, a 50ish, affable owner of a mine outside San Francisco, California. He sported a cane, derby hat, diamond pin, diamond ring and a gold watch and chain. He was relatively well educated, a patron of theatres and music halls, and ate at the best restaurants in town. Polite to a fault, especially to ladies, he hobnobbed with the San Francisco elite. On occasion, he disappeared for days or weeks at a time, ostensibly to oversee his mining interes


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