Two frontiersmen wandered into the main branch of the Bank of California. Philip Arnold and John Slack, their faces weathered by the frontier sun and with a thick layer of dust on their clothes, cut striking figures amidst the polished marble and gleaming brass of the bank's caged counters.
Fascinating. Did Rothschild end up falling for it as well, do you know? Or was he on the wrong side of the Atlantic to have gotten in on it?