查理和巧克力工厂 作者:[英]罗尔德·达尔-第3部分

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ng　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　es　out；　either！〃
　　'But　there　was　no　question　at　all；'　said　Grandpa　Joe；　'that　the　factory　was　running。　And　it's　gone　on　running　ever　since；　for　these　last　ten　years。　What's　more；　the　chocolates　and　sweets　it's　been　turning　out　have　bee　more　fantastic　and　delicious　all　the　time。　And　of　course　now　when　Mr　Wonka　invents　some　new　and　wonderful　sweet；　neither　Mr　Fickelgruber　nor　Mr　Prodnose　nor　Mr　Slugworth　nor　anybody　else　is　able　to　copy　it。　No　spies　can　go　into　the　factory　to　find　out　how　it　is　made。'
　　'But　Grandpa；　who；'　cried　Charlie；　'who　is　Mr　Wonka　using　to　do　all　the　work　in　the　factory？'
　　'Nobody　knows；　Charlie。'
　　'But　that's　absurd！　Hasn't　someone　asked　Mr　Wonka？'
　　'Nobody　sees　him　any　more。　He　never　es　out。　The　only　things　that　e　out　of　that　place　are　chocolates　and　sweets。　They　e　out　through　a　special　trap　door　in　the　wall；　all　packed　and　addressed；　and　they　are　picked　up　every　day　by　Post　Office　trucks。'
　　'But　Grandpa；　what　sort　of　people　are　they　that　work　in　there？'
　　'My　dear　boy；'　said　Grandpa　Joe；　'that　is　one　of　the　great　mysteries　of　the　chocolate…making　world。　We　know　only　one　thing　about　them。　They　are　very　small。　The　faint　shadows　that　sometimes　appear　behind　the　windows；　especially　late　at　night　when　the　lights　are　on；　are　those　of　tiny　people；　people　no　taller　than　my　knee　。　。　。'
　　'There　aren't　any　such　people；'　Charlie　said。
　　Just　then；　Mr　Bucket；　Charlie's　father；　came　into　the　room。　He　was　home　from　the　toothpaste　factory；　and　he　was　waving　an　evening　newspaper　rather　excitedly。　'Have　you　heard　the　news？'　he　cried。　He　held　up　the　paper　so　that　they　could　see　the　huge　headline。　The　headline　said：
　　WONKA　FACTORY　TO　BE　OPENED　AT　LAST　TO　LUCKY　FEW
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　　The　Golden　Tickets
　　'You　mean　people　are　actually　going　to　be　allowed　to　go　inside　the　factory？'　cried　Grandpa　Joe。　'Read　us　what　it　says　—　quickly！'
　　'All　right；'　said　Mr　Bucket；　smoothing　out　the　newspaper。　'Listen。'
　　Evening　Bulletin
　　
　　Mr　Willy　Wonka；　the　confectionery　genius　whom　nobody　has　seen　for　the　last　ten　years；　sent　out　the　following　notice　today：
　　I；　Willy　Wonka；　have　decided　to　allow　five　children　—　just　five；　mind　you；　and　no　more　—　to　visit　my　factory　this　year。　These　lucky　five　will　be　shown　around　personally　by　me；　and　they　will　be　allowed　to　see　all　the　secrets　and　the　magic　of　my　factory。　Then；　at　the　end　of　the　tour；　as　a　special　present；　all　of　them　will　be　given　enough　chocolates　and　sweets　to　last　them　for　the　rest　of　their　lives！　So　watch　out　for　the　Golden　Tickets！　Five　Golden　Tickets　have　been　printed　on　golden　paper；　and　these　five　Golden　Tickets　have　been　hidden　underneath　the　ordinary　wrapping　paper　of　five　ordinary　bars　of　chocolate。　These　five　chocolate　bars　may　be　anywhere　—　in　any　shop　in　any　street　in　any　town　in　any　country　in　the　world　—　upon　any　counter　where　Wonka's　Sweets　are　sold。　And　the　five　lucky　finders　of　these　five　Golden　Tickets　are　the　only　ones　who　will　be　allowed　to　visit　my　factory　and　see　what　it's　like　now　inside！　Good　luck　to　you　all；　and　happy　hunting！　（Signed　Willy　Wonka。）
　　'The　man's　dotty！'　muttered　Grandma　Josephine。
　　'He's　brilliant！'　cried　Grandpa　Joe。　'He's　a　magician！　Just　imagine　what　will　happen　now！　The　whole　world　will　be　searching　for　those　Golden　Tickets！　Everyone　will　be　buying　Wonka's　chocolate　bars　in　the　hope　of　finding　one！　He'll　sell　more　than　ever　before！　Oh；　how　exciting　it　would　be　to　find　one！'
　　'And　all　the　chocolate　and　sweets　that　you　could　eat　for　the　rest　of　your　life　—　free！'　said　Grandpa　George。　'Just　imagine　that！'
　　'They'd　have　to　deliver　them　in　a　truck！'　said　Grandma　Georgina。
　　'It　makes　me　quite　ill　to　think　of　it；'　said　Grandma　Josephine。
　　'Nonsense！'　cried　Grandpa　Joe。　'Wouldn't　it　be　something；　Charlie；　to　open　a　bar　of　chocolate　and　see　a　Golden　Ticket　glistening　inside！'
　　'It　certainly　would；　Grandpa。　But　there　isn't　a　hope；'　Charlie　said　sadly。　'I　only　get　one　bar　a　year。'
　　'You　never　know；　darling；'　said　Grandma　Georgina。　'It's　your　birthday　next　week。　You　have　as　much　chance　as　anybody　else。'
　　'I'm　afraid　that　simply　isn't　true；'　said　Grandpa　George。　'The　kids　who　are　going　to　find　the　Golden　Tickets　are　the　ones　who　can　afford　to　buy　bars　of　chocolate　every　day。　Our　Charlie　gets　only　one　a　year。　There　isn't　a　hope。'
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　　The　First　Two　Finders
　　The　very　next　day；　the　first　Golden　Ticket　was　found。　The　finder　was　a　boy　called　Augustus　Gloop；　and　Mr　Bucket's　evening　newspaper　carried　a　large　picture　of　him　on　the　front　page。　The　picture　showed　a　nine…year…old　boy　who　was　so　enormously　fat　he　looked　as　though　he　had　been　blown　up　with　a　powerful　pump。　Great　flabby　folds　of　fat　bulged　out　from　every　part　of　his　body；　and　his　face　was　like　a　monstrous　ball　of　dough　with　two　small　greedy　curranty　eyes　peering　out　upon　the　world。　The　town　in　which　Augustus　Gloop　lived；　the　newspaper　said；　had　gone　wild　with　excitement　over　their　hero。　Flags　were　flying　from　all　the　windows；　children　had　been　given　a　holiday　from　school；　and　a　parade　was　being　organized　in　honour　of　the　famous　youth。
　　'I　just　knew　Augustus　would　find　a　Golden　Ticket；'　his　mother　had　told　the　newspapermen。　'He　eats　so　many　bars　of　chocolate　a　day　that　it　was　almost　impossible　for　him　not　to　find　one。　Eating　is　his　hobby；　you　know。　That's　all　he's　interested　in。　But　still；　that's　better　than　being　a　hooligan　and　shooting　off　zip　guns　and　things　like　that　in　his　spare　time；　isn't　it？　And　what　I　always　say　is；　he　wouldn't　go　on　eating　like　he　does　unless　he　needed　nourishment；　would　he？　It's　all　vitamins；　anyway。　What　a　thrill　it　will　be　for　him　to　visit　Mr　Wonka's　marvellous　factory！　We're　just　as　proud　as　anything！'
　　'What　a　revolting　woman；'　said　Grandma　Josephine。
　　'And　what　a　repulsive　boy；'　said　Grandma　Georgina。
　　'Only　four　Golden　Tickets　left；'　said　Grandpa　George。　'I　wonder　who'll　get　those。'
　　And　now　the　whole　country；　indeed；　the　whole　world；　seemed　suddenly　to　be　caught　up　in　a　mad　chocolate…buying　spree；　everybody　searching　frantically　for　those　precious　remaining　tickets。　Fully　grown　women　were　seen　going　into　sweet　shops　and　buying　ten　Wonka　bars　at　a　time；　then　tearing　off　the　wrappers　on　the　spot　and　peering　eagerly　underneath　for　a　glint　of　golden　paper。　Children　were　taking　hammers　and　smashing　their　piggy　banks　and　running　out　to　the　shops　with　handfuls　of　money。　In　one　city；　a　famous　gangster　robbed　a　bank　of　a　thousand　pounds　and　spent　the　whole　lot　on　Wonka　bars　that　same　afternoon。　And　when　the　police　entered　his　house　to　arrest　him；　they　found　him　sitting　on　the　floor　amidst　mountains　of　chocolate；　ripping　off　the　wrappers　with　the　blade　of　a　long　dagger。　In　far…off　Russia；　a　woman　called　Charlotte　Russe　claimed　to　have　found　the　second　ticket；　but　it　turned　out　to　be　a　clever　fake。　The　famous　English　scientist；　Professor　Foulbody；　invented　a　machine　which　would　tell　you　at　once；　without　opening　the　wrapper　of　a　bar　of　chocolate；　whether　or　not　there　was　a　Golden　Ticket　hidden　underneath　it。　The　machine　had　a　mechanical　arm　that　shot　out　with　tremendous　force　and　grabbed　hold　of　anything　that　had　the　slightest　bit　of　gold　inside　it；　and　for　a　moment；　it　looked　like　the　answer　to　everything。　But　unfortunately；　while　the　Professor　was　showing　off　the　machine　to　the　public　at　the　sweet　counter　of　a　large　department　store；　the　mechanical　arm　shot　out　and　made　a　grab　for　the　gold　filling　in　the　back　tooth　of　a　duchess　who　was　standing　near　by。　There　was　an　ugly　scene；　and　the　machine　was　smashed　by　the　crowd。
　　Suddenly；　on　the　day　before　Charlie　Bucket's　birthday；　the　newspapers　announced　that　the　second　Golden　Ticket　had　been　found。　The　lucky　person　was　a　small　girl　called　Veruca　Salt　who　lived　with　her　rich　parents　in　a　great　city　far　away。　Once　again　Mr　Bucket's　evening　newspaper　carried　a　big　picture　of　the　finder。　She　was　sitting　between　her　beaming　father　and　mother　in　the　living　room　of　their　house；　waving　the　Golden　Ticket　above　her　head；　and　grinning　from　ear　to　ear。
　　Veruca's　father；　Mr　Salt；　had　eagerly　explained　to　the　newspapermen　exactly　how　the　ticket　was　found。　'You　see；　boys；'　he　had　said；　'as　soon　as　my　little　girl　told　me　that　she　simply　had　to　have　one　of　those　Golden　Tickets；　I　went　out　into　the　town　and　started　buying　up　all　the　Wonka　bars　I　could　lay　my　hands　on。　Thousands　of　them；　I　must　have　bought。　Hundreds　of　thousands！　Then　I　had　them　loaded　on　to　trucks　and　sent　directly　to　my　own　factory。　I'm　in　the　peanut　business；　you　see；　and　I've　got　about　a　hundred　women　working　for　me　over　at　my　place；　shelling　peanuts　for　roasting　and　salting。　That's　what　they　do　all　day　long；　those　women；　they　sit　there　shelling　peanuts。　So　I　says　to　them；　〃Okay；　girls；〃　I　says；　〃from　now　on；　you　can　stop　shelling　peanuts　and　start　shelling　the　wrappers　off　these　chocolate　bars　instead！〃　And　they　did。　I　had　every　worker