sgtfda
Bronze Member
You're certainly correct about old loners such as Waltz who live nearly invisible lives despite hiding their wealth from public knowledge. I met a guy like that myself once - someone my grandpa worked with summers at a South Lake Tahoe resort in the '60's. I met him when I was lucky enough to land a summer job there. He cut the grass, hauled trash, slept in the bunkhouse, kept to himself. Thing was, he was a millionaire - bought Xerox stock for pennies when it was first offered and rode it to the top. Wore dirty old work clothes.
Your speculative Waltz scenario seems reasonable considering what little we know, but since we're speculating, here's another possible scenario. Waltz was a tramp miner for many years in the west, filing claims of his own, working in others' mines - whatever. Thousands of guys did it. Let's say he high-graded a nice stash of gold ore from one of the places he worked - the Vulture, for example. A serious crime if caught, but it's a tradition and many got away with it (happened all the time in the mine I worked in in '74). By the time he was in his 50's and broken down, he move to Phoenix, bought a piece of dirt and started raising chickens. The ill-gotten ore was under the bed.
He liked to roam the hills playing prospector when the weather was right - reminiscing about his younger years. He enjoyed being recognized as the 'old prospector'. He mostly sat on the ore because he was afraid of being accused of stealing it if and when he sold any. When making a small sale, he intimated that it came from the nearby hills. It bolstered his ego and standing in the community - not a bad thing for an old loner. Of course, he filed no mining claim since there was no mine, but rumors of rich Mexican mines in the area propped up his cover story for the source of the ore. He kept things secretive.
When the end was near, people became more interested in the source of the gold, but Waltz's pride was too great to admit that he stole the ore years earlier and that there was no mine. So he pointed at the roughest terrain he was familiar with and described a phantom mine that nobody would ever find - maybe that would get them off his back. When he realized that the rat Holmes was going to steal his stash on his last day, he told Holmes a real doozey of a story to send him on a very long snipe hunt.
End of Waltz's life - a likable but guilty man who tried to salvage his reputation by concocting a plausible story to try to iron out his past indiscretions. The greedy hoard that followed his demise looking for the phantom mine went wild and created a legend that will live forever.
One problem. How could Waltz tell the Holmes story when he dying. So ill Julia ran for the Dr.
Cover stories are common after a crime and a good point.