Chapter I. A Man on the Roof

"Tom, I don‘t believe it can be done!"

"But, Dad, I‘m sure it can!"

Tom Swift looked over at his father, who was seated in an easy chair in the library. The elderly gentleman--his hair was quite white now--slowly shook his head, as he murmured again:

"It can‘t be done, Tom! It can‘t be done! I admit that you‘ve made a lot of wonderful things--things I never dreamed of--but this is too much. To transmit pictures over a telephone wire, so that persons cannot only see to whom they are talking, as well as hear them--well, to be frank with you, Tom, I should be sorry to see you waste your time trying to invent such a thing."

"I don‘t agree with you. Not only do I think it can be done, but I‘m going to do it. In fact, I‘ve already started on it. As for wasting my time, well, I haven‘t anything in particular to do, now that my giant cannon has been perfected, so I might as well be working on my new photo telephone instead of sit

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