All departments of Dobson and Hawkes are reporting increased sales figures with the exception of Leonard Swindley’s book section where his choice of new books are as dusty as the unsold volumes sat on the shelves. His Wednesday afternoon reading circle is made up of a group of old ladies who pretend to be shocked at the slightest hint of anything lewd in their books but also hanker for something racier. Walter Hunt, threatening to replace the section entirely with an ironmongery section, instead stocks it with lurid paperbacks including a large selection of "bodice-rippers" which Swindley’s old ladies lap up, much preferring the delights of "Love on a Camel" and "The Naked Breakfast" to that of "Knapsack through the Chilterns" by Hilda Hopwood. Someone else takes an interest – the local C.