Then another thing I
want to do is to have it arranged so that I can make a photograph
of a person over a wire."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning that if a certain person talks to me over the wire, I can
turn my switch, and get a picture of him here at my apparatus
connected with my telephone. To do that I'll merely need a sending
apparatus at the other end of the telephone line--not a receiving
machine."
"Could you arrange it so that the person who was talking to you
would have his picture taken whether he wanted it or not?" asked
Ned.
"Yes, it might be done," spoke Tom, thoughtfully. "I could conceal
the sending plate somewhere in the telephone booth, and arrange
the proper light, I suppose."
"That might be a good way in which to catch a criminal," went on
Ned. "Often crooks call up on the telephone, but they know they
are safe. The authorities can't see them--they can only hear them.
Now if you could get a photograph of them while they were
telephoning--"
"I see!" cried Tom, excitedly. "That's a great idea! I'll work on
that, Ned."
And, all enthusiasm, Tom began to plan new schemes with his photo
telephone.
The young inventor did not forget his promise to help Mrs. Damon.
But he could get absolutely no clue to her husband's whereabouts.
Mr. Damon had completely and mysteriously disappeared. His
fortune, too, seemed to have been swallowed up by the sharpers,
though lawyers engaged by Tom could fasten no criminal acts on Mr.
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