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the

building was blocked by a

young man who had flown to

Tokyo from London two days

earlier to try to get some

answers. With a sign in one

hand that said, “Mt Gox

where is our money,” the

protester,

a

mustachioed

programmer named Kolin

Burges, placed himself in

Mark’s

way

and

said,

“Please, can I have a chat

with you?”

Mark first tried to dodge

him,

but

then

stopped

reluctantly when the man

said, “I came all the way from

London to try and get my

Bitcoins from you—to find

out what’s happened.”

“We can’t do anything

right

now,”

Mark

said,

looking both disdainful and

scared. He started again

toward the door when Kolin

asked the key question: “Do

you still have everyone’s

Bitcoins?”

“Can you let me get

inside please,” Mark said as

he tried to pass Kolin, who

was bobbing and weaving to

get in his way. “I’m going to

call

the

police,”

Mark

threatened,

before

Kolin

finally let him pass.

Upstairs in the Mt. Gox

offices, the staff didn’t know

any more than Kolin did

about what was going on.

They were still operating the

exchange, allowing people to

buy and sell Bitcoins with

whatever dollars were still in

their Mt. Gox accounts and

taking in new deposits from

daring customers. The price

of a Bitcoin on the exchange

fell lower and lower as people

doubted they would ever be

able to get the coins out. On

Friday, the price stood at

$300, half what it was on

Bitstamp.

Some

people,

including Roger Ver, were

convinced that Mt. Gox’s

problems were temporary and

jumped at the chance to buy

coins on the cheap.

Mark would later say that

during this time he was

spending his daylight hours at

the office and his nights at his

apartment, alone with his cat

Tibanne, furiously working

his way through hundreds of

pieces of paper containing the

private keys to Mt. Gox’s

Bitcoin wallets. He had

driven around in his car and

collected the papers from the

three locations in Tokyo

where he had stored them (he

had kept the keys on paper so

they would not be vulnerable

to hackers). Once he was

back in his apartment with the

QR

codes—essentially

complex bar codes—he began

scanning in the private keys

one at a time, with his

computer’s

webcam.

A

combination of fear and

sickness slowly overtook him

as each one of the wallets he

scanned in showed up on his

computer screen as empty.

It would be hard for

others

to

verify

Mark’s

narration of what happened

during those days because he

kept such tight control over

all the exchange’s accounts.

And as time went on, fewer

and fewer people believed

anything Mark said. But even

if he was telling the truth, it

was not what he told his

employees and customers

when he came in to work on

Monday morning, ten days

after Mt. Gox shut off

withdrawals. In a public

statement on the Mt. Gox site

on Monday, he said, “We

have now implemented a

solution that should enable

withdrawals and mitigate any

issues caused by transaction

malleability.”

On the narrow Tokyo

street outside the office,

Kolin Burges maintained his

one-man protest. There were

still few Japanese people

using Bitcoin, but Kolin did

attract

a

few

foreign

supporters who showed up as

the week went on without any

sign of a resolution to the

problem. Mark had two

security guards advise the

staff on how to deal with

intimidating

encounters.

Mark himself started taking

taxis to work and leased

space in an office tower with

better security. On Friday,

Tokyo police showed up to

remove the protesters.

A few hours after the

police left, the Winklevoss

twins landed in London for a

weekend

appearance

at

Oxford

University.

When

they turned on their phones in

the plane, they found a

worrisome

e-mail

from

Mark’s deputy, Gonzague,

with whom they had dealt in

the past.

“I would like to talk to

you urgently regarding the

situation with MtGox,” he

wrote. “Would you mind

signing this NDA and call me

ASAP on my mobile phone.”

Cameron

Winklevoss

replied that a nondisclosure

agreement could be tricky,

but he was happy to talk.

After being out in London all

day,

Cameron

finally

managed to connect with

Gonzague by Skype when he

got back to his hotel Friday

night.

Gonzague got right to the

point and explained the

staggering extent of the

problem:

some

650,000

Bitcoins—essentially all the

company’s customer holdings

—were gone, along with

100,000 coins that belonged

to the exchange.

Cameron was stunned.

Doing the most basic math in

his head, he knew that

Gonzague was talking about

hundreds of millions of

dollars worth of Bitcoins.

“How is that possible?”

was all Cameron could ask.

Gonzague

said

that

someone had been stealing

from the company’s online,

or hot, wallet by changing the

transaction identifiers. When

the hot wallet was empty,

Mark had unwittingly refilled

it with coins from the cold,

offline wallets. Gonzague

told Cameron that Mark had

continued doing this over and

over again, until all the

offline wallets were empty.

The whole thing had been

going on for months, or even

years, and Mark apparently

never realized it until now.

The explanation struck

Cameron as implausible, but

it didn’t seem worthwhile to

argue

now.

The

bigger

question was what was going

to happen next.

Gonzague sounded oddly

upbeat. He explained that

Mark had “burned himself”

and was agreeing to step

aside, making it possible to

move

the

business

to

Singapore and reincorporate

under new owners, with the

twins

being

obvious

candidates. Gonzague thought

it would be possible to do this

without telling anyone what

had

happened.

If

the

exchange

could

get

an

infusion of coins the business

could make up the missing

money over time, from fees.

If this wasn’t done, Gonzague

said ominously, it could set