The next evening, Grandpa Joe went on with his story.
'You see, Charlie,' he said, 'not so very long ago there used to be thousands of people working in Mr Willy Wonka's factory.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Mr Wonka had to ask every single one of them to leave, to go home, never to come backBut why?'
asked Charlie.
'Because of spies.'
'Spies?'
'Yes.
All the other chocolate makers, you see, had begun to grow jealous of the wonderful sweets that Mr Wonka was making, and they started sending in spies to steal his secret recipes.
The spies took jobs in the Wonka factory, pretending that they were ordinary workers, and while they were there, each one of them found out exactly how a certain special thing was made.'
'And did they go back to their own factories and tell?You can hear the machines!
They're all whirring again!
And you can smell the smell of melting chocolate in the air!"'
Grandpa Joe leaned forward and laid a long bony finger on Charlie's knee, and he said softly, 'But most mysterious of all, Charlie, were the shadows in the windows of the factory.
The people standing on the street outside could see small dark shadows moving about behind the frosted glass windows.'
'Shadows of whom?'
said Charlie quickly.
'That's exactly what everybody else wanted to know.
The next evening, Grandpa Joe went on with his story.
'You see, Charlie,' he said, 'not so very long ago there used to be thousands of people working in Mr Willy Wonka's factory.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Mr Wonka had to ask every single one of them to leave, to go home, never to come backBut why?'
asked Charlie.
'Because of spies.'
'Spies?'
'Yes.
All the other chocolate makers, you see, had begun to grow jealous of the wonderful sweets that Mr Wonka was making, and they started sending in spies to steal his secret recipes.
The spies took jobs in the Wonka factory, pretending that they were ordinary workers, and while they were there, each one of them found out exactly how a certain special thing was made.'
'And did they go back to their own factories and tell?You can hear the machines!
They're all whirring again!
And you can smell the smell of melting chocolate in the air!"'
Grandpa Joe leaned forward and laid a long bony finger on Charlie's knee, and he said softly, 'But most mysterious of all, Charlie, were the shadows in the windows of the factory.
The people standing on the street outside could see small dark shadows moving about behind the frosted glass windows.'
'Shadows of whom?'
said Charlie quickly.
'That's exactly what everybody else wanted to know.
"The place is full of workers!"
the people shouted.
"But nobody's gone in!
The gates are locked!
It's crazy!
Nobody ever comes out, either!" '