From "Counter-Psych"

By Charles Eric Maine

"She stood erect abruptly, quite startled. I found myself face to face with a taut personable woman, shallow in the dull yellow light from the booth lamp, shapely in an economic way, and wearing almost imperceptible cosmetic. The grey costume she was wearing had class -- it would have cost me the best part of a month's slary. Her eyes were green and tensed. She might have been in her late thirties, but she had the kind of tall, slender build that made her age irrelevant. And, significantly, I could smell the faint pungency of whisky mingled with the fragrance of an expensive perfume."

1961.