from which it hung being so exposed before.
Carefully setting her dish on the counter, Nancy said, âI really think mineâs overcooked.â
The wrought-iron rack above her head was still swaying a little, and it made her nervous. Glancingup, she said, âIs this thing safe? I donât remember itââ
She never finished her sentence. There was a sudden, terrible screech from above.
Nancyâs heart seemed to stop beating. With a last wrench the rack tore loose from the ceiling and plummeted straight for her head!
Chapter
Eleven
N ANCY DIVED OUT of the way, hitting the floor just as the heavy rack crashed against the counter. Tiles splintered, and pans flew everywhere. Somebody screamed. Then a huge iron skillet slammed into Nancyâs arm, numbing it from shoulder to elbow.
âNancy!â Nedâs voice was full of horror. He bent over her, his hands trembling when they touched her.
Jacques Bonet was also kneeling beside her. âAre you all right?â he asked anxiously.
âNancy, donât move,â Ned said. âIâll call an ambulance.â
âNo, Iâthink Iâm okay.â Nancyâs voice was shaky. She cleared her throat, testing every muscle-as she slowly sat up. Only her arm throbbed. âReally. Iâm okay.â
Nancy tested her arm. âItâs not broken,â she said with relief. âBut Iâm going to have one doozy of a bruise.â
âI am canceling class for the rest of the day,â Jacques said. Then he turned to Nancy. âCould I talk to you a moment?â His face was dark and set.
âSure.â
As soon as the last student had passed through the door, Jacques said, âNancy, I havenât been totally honest with you. I think I know why these accidents have been happening.â
âWhy?â
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if he was reluctant to speak his mind. Finally he sighed and said, âI think the accidents are Claudeâs fault.â
Nancy blinked. âClaudeâs fault? How can that be?â
âI didnât want to believe it. I still donât. But itâs the only thing that makes sense.â
âIt doesnât make sense to me,â Ned put in.
Bonet ignored him. âClaudeâs reputation as a chef has been declining in recent years. Heâs slowly losing his edge. To be truthful, Iâvebeen covering for his mistakes whenever I could.â
There was silence for a moment. âBut why would Claude sabotage his own school?â Nancy asked.
âTo satisfy a wounded ego?â Jacques suggested.
âI canât believe that. He was horrified at the bad publicity. He even blamed me,â Nancy reminded him.
Jacques expression was pained. âHeâs blamed me for things beyond my control as well. He hinted that I had engineered the loss of the Washington dinner.â
âOh, no.â
âIf these accidents donât stop, someone else will either be hurt or killed. What do you suggest we do, Nancy?â Jacques asked.
Nancy shook her head. She couldnât really believe what Jacques was saying. Claude DuPres was still a world-renowned chef. Although he was excitable, he hardly seemed like an egomaniacâcertainly not in the way Jacques described him. But who knew DuPres better than Jacques? No one.
âPaul Slesak still has a stronger motive,â Nancy argued. âIf the accidents at the school make the board of directors lose faith in Claude DuPres, it paves the way for Slesak to take over.â
âClaude would never stand for it,â Jacques said. âAnd Paul knows that.â
The coldness of Jacquesâs tone led Nancy to believe he was no fan of Paul Slesakâs, either. âNone of this makes sense,â she said with a sigh. âAnd none of it seems a strong enough motive for murder.â
âWhoâs talking about murder?â Jacques demanded.
Ned took a step