9 Grandpa Joe Takes a Gamble
The next day, when Charlie came home from school and went in to see his grandparents,
he found that only Grandpa Joe was awake. The other three were all snoring loudly.
‘Ssshh!’ whispered Grandpa Joe, and he beckoned¹ Charlie to come closer. Charlie
tiptoed over and stood beside the bed. The old man gave Charlie a sly grin, and then he
started rummaging² under his pillow with one hand; and when the hand came out again,
there was an ancient leather purse clutched in the fingers. Under cover of the
bedclothes, the old man opened the purse and tipped it upside down. Out fell a single
silver sixpence. ‘It’s my secret hoard,’ he whispered. ‘The others don’t know I’ve got it.
And now, you and I are going to have one more fling at finding that last ticket. How
about it, eh? But you’ll have to help me.’
‘Are you sure you want to spend your money on that, Grandpa?’ Charlie whispered.
‘Of course I’m sure!’ spluttered the old man excitedly. ‘Don’t stand there arguing! I’m
as keen as you are to find that ticket! Here – take the money and run down the street to
the nearest shop and buy the first Wonka bar you see and bring it straight back to me,
and we’ll open it together.’
Charlie took the little silver coin, and slipped quickly out of the room. In five minutes,
he was back.
‘Have you got it?’ whispered Grandpa Joe, his eyes shining with excitement.
Charlie nodded and held out the bar of chocolate. WONKA’S NUTTY CRUNCH³
SURPRISE, it said on the wrapper.
‘Good!’ the old man whispered, sitting up in the bed and rubbing his hands. ‘Now –
come over here and sit close to me and we’ll open it together. Are you ready?’
‘Yes,’ Charlie said. ‘I’m ready.’
‘All right. You tear off the first bit.’
‘No,’ Charlie said, ‘you paid for it. You do it all.’
The old man’s fingers were trembling most terribly as they fumbled⁴ with the wrapper.
‘We don’t have a hope, really,’ he whispered,

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