Harold Lawlor, Djinn and Bitters (1950)
“ The djinn began gleefully snortling and snuffling to himself in a manner that I found altogether revolting. "You have something in mind, Connie?" asked the djinn. "Oh, nothing definite. But I do have a hopeful feeling that something about all this business will cause Pete more than a spot or two of mental anguish." "Constance Bartlett," I said, aghast. I shivered. I must have known even then, intuitively, that she was speaking with the voice of a prophet, and no minor one, at that. But what did I do?" "Women have cluttered your life, huh? We can't drive, huh?" ”
