Page 265 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

'What did they say?' I couldn't help feeling secretly annoyed that Jude had

rung the police without clearing it with me first. I am Tom's best friend, not
Jude.

'They didn't seem very impressed. They said to call them if we still couldn't
find him by Monday. You can see their point. It does seem a bit alarmist to

report that a twenty-nine-year-old single man is not in on Saturday morning and
has failed to turn up for a lunch party he said he wouldn't be corning to anyway.'

'Something's wrong, though, I just know,' I said in a mysterious, loaded voice,
realizing for the first time what an intensely instinctive and intuitive person I am.

'I know what you mean,' said Jude, portentously. 'I can feel it, too.

Something's definitely wrong.'

7 p.m. Extraordinary. After spoke to Jude could not face shopping or similar
lighthearted things. Thought this might be the perfect time to do the Feng Shui
so went out and bought Cosmopolitan. Carefully, using the drawing in Cosmo, I
mapped the ba-gua of the flat. Had a flash of horrified realization. There was a

wastepaper basket in my Helpful Friends Corner. No wonder bloody Tom had
disappeared.

Quickly rang Jude to report same. Jude said to move the wastepaper basket.

'Where to, though?' I said. 'I'm not putting it in my Relationship or Offspring
Corners.'

Jude said hang on, she'd go have a look at Cosmo.

'How about Wealth?' she said, when she came back.

'Hmm, I don't know, what with Christmas coming up and everything,' I said,

feeling really mean even as I said it.