Dolph shot him one swift glance of scrutiny.
"Naturally. As a rule, I don't talk at random," he said then.
"What do you mean, exactly?" Reed sought to put the question steadily, but his voice throbbed with excitement.
Satisfied with the start that he had made, Dolph let go his ankle and sank back inertly in his chair.
"What idiots you specialist fellows are!" he observed indolently. "Once you get smacked on the head, you're all in. You think you are killed, and, instead of kicking around to find out the truth of the matter, you promptly proceed to turn up your toes."
Reed eyed him keenly, spoke impatiently.
"Interpret, Dolph. I may be dense; but I can't see what it is you're driving at."
"More fool you! I thought better of you, Opdyke, than all that," Dolph told him, with unabated serenity. "Didn't you ever hear of such a thing as a consulting engineer?"
"I ought, as it was my official title," Reed made curt answer. "What then?"
"Put your title into commission, man."