The bookcase on which I was keeping spy stuff was in imminent danger of collapse, with overflow stacked on the floor, so I separated James Bond from Everything Else. This allowed me to tidy up the collection a bit, and to put the Saint, who's been hidden away for a few years, front and centre. (I've run the numbers and I am missing 12 Saint books, mostly the '70s and '80s ones that were more a team effort than 100% Leslie Charteris.)
Yet, somehow, there are still stacks of books on the floor.
