Quinlan had gone on from there to explore more enterprises. Most of the projects were hot rockets–exuberant bursts of flame that lit up the sky for a while and then fizzled off into the horizon. Quinlan’s talent, it seemed, lay in buying low and selling high. The buzz had it that he’d acquired a small fortune along the way while his associates barely managed to limp off the battlefield.
From Painted Black, the novel
Philip Quinlan, just a harmless investor in a revolutionary new embalming process. What harm could he possibly do?