This clue from the December 19, 2013 episode of Jeopardy makes the perfect lead-in:
Dashiell Hammett not only wrote The Maltese Falcon in this tiny studio apartment,
he used it as the model for Sam Spade’s apartment in the novel.
More recently, my friend Bill Arney lived here for sixteen years, moving out in 2010.
During his long tenancy, Bill spent his spare time restoring the apartment to how
it probably looked in Hammett’s day. The following photographic tour shows how the
project stood in 2003.
Since Bill’s departure, others have continued what he started. Here is how “Sam Spade’s
apartment” looks today:
I spent many happy hours hanging out at “Sam’s place” over the years. Now let’s time-travel
back to 2003, and take the tour...
Bill Arney (left) and Mike Humbert in the room where it all happened.
(Photo by Perry Lake)
I think it’s safe to say that San Francisco resident Bill Arney is a Dashiell Hammett
fan. His bookshelf is filled with books by and about Hammett. He owns a trenchcoat
and fedora. And, most importantly, he lives in the same apartment in which Hammett
wrote The Maltese Falcon over 75 years ago. In fact, several times a years, Bill
opens his home to the public as part of Don Herron’s Dashiell Hammett Tour.
Building upon the earlier work of David Fechheimer, Joe Gores and others, Bill has
done extensive research on the building he currently lives in, studying blueprints,
and personally inspecting each individual unit, as well as the basement. He also
did a line-by-line analysis of the Falcon text and discovered the following facts
about Spade’s apartment:
It was on Post Street, near the Hyde streetcar line.
It was on the fourth floor.
It was a one-room studio, where the bedroom became the living room when the murphy
bed was raised.
It had a 90-degree bend in the hallway.
It was necessary to pass the bathroom on the way to the corridor door.
Hammett lived in the upper right apartment on the fourth floor. The neighborhood
is on the border between Nob Hill and the Tenderloin, which is somehow fitting.
The gate guarding the front entrance. It's necessary to be "buzzed in."
The front doors, as seen from the lobby.
The lobby, resembling a Greek temple. The door in the back wall opens into the tiny
The elevator, as seen from the inside.
The fourth floor hallway.
The innocent-looking door opens onto a hallway that immediately turns 90 degrees
to the left.
The hallway contains several photos pertaining to both Hammett and old San Francisco. This
view is from the combination bedroom/living room. That's the door to the bathroom
on the right edge of the picture.
The bathroom, complete with clawfoot tub.
The combination bedroom/living room, with the murphy bed in the down position.
The living room door as it looked when Bill started restoring it. Note that both
the wood and glass are buried under decades of old paint.
Here's how the door looks a lot of elbow grease later. This is also a good view
of how the murphy bed look when it is put away.
Bill's trenchcoat and fedora hang on the door to the miniscule kitchen. Note the
steam-heat radiator next to the bookcase. When this picture was taken the window
frame had been stripped and sanded, but not stained yet.
Resting in front of Bill's other bookcase is his antique rocking chair, duplicating
the one in which Brigid O'Shaughnessy sat in The Maltese Falcon.
Extensive work was done on the original hardwood floor, as well as adding a new period-appropriate
The view of Post Street from the window, largely unchanged since Hammett's day.
The desk, featuring a representation of Hammett's typewriter. On the left edge (within
easy reach of the murphy bed) is Sam Spade's alarm clock and favorite book. Lurking
behind the typewriter is the Black Bird itself.
Apartment 401 matches every detail, and is the only unit in the building that does.
The only discrepancy is that Spade’s apartment had a breakfast nook, which no apartment
in the building has. Chalk it up to literary license.
Over many months now, Bill has been slowly returning the tiny apartment to its late-1920s
glory. He has painstakingly chipped away decades of paint from the natural wood molding,
and relaid sections of the hardwood floor (he rejected the landlord’s offer to install
When he first moved in, many of the original touches had been removed or updated,
but Bill has scavenged many usable pieces from the basement or other units that were
being remodeled. Such is the case with the murphy bed. When the bed is closed, all
that is visible is a large painted door with a full-length mirror attached. This
door does not lower down, as you might expect, but rather pivots horizontally on
an axis (remember Abbot & Costello meet Frankenstein?). When the door is flipped
completely around, the mattress, secured to the hinged bedframe, can then be lowered
down. If the door is only pivoted halfway, the walk-in closet is accessible.
When the bed is lowered, it dominates the small room. It becomes easy to visualize
Brigid O’Shaughnessy napping in Spade’s bed, with one hand – and a gun – under the
pillow, as she was in chapter 10 of the novel.
To one side of the bed is a small desk that acts as a shrine of sorts to both Spade
and Hammett. Belonging to Spade is his tinny alarm clock and his copy of Celebrated
Criminal Cases of America, by Thomas S. Duke (both mentioned in chapter two), and
the black bird itself. The typewriter, of course, represents the one on which Hammett
wrote his most famous novel.
“We know that he left his typewriter behind,” Arney explains, referring to when the
writer moved to New York in late 1929. “His papers show that everything Hammett wrote
up until September of 1929 was written on one typewriter - the last item being a
letter to his publisher sent from Post Street, where I now live. The next consecutive
item is another letter, written in October of 1929. That is the first item written
on another typewriter. Find that San Francisco typewriter and you will have something.”
A bedroom door was also salvaged from elsewhere in the building. Originally caked
in countless layers of paint, Bill has since restored the wood finish, as well as
replacing the pebbled glass inserts. The kitchen (not photographed, at Bill’s request)
is about the size of the desk at which desk I’m typing this, containing only a small
stove and sink, with a window on the left.
The bathroom is vintage, with a clawfoot bathtub and a floor of tiny hexagon tiles.
This is where Spade strip-searched Brigid in chapter 19 (a scene that, sadly, did
not make it into the movie!).
So how did Bill originally get involved in this labor of love? Simple. Over a decade
ago, he took the Don Herron tour. A few years later, he noticed the Post Street building,
which he remembered from the tour, had a vacancy. And now he himself has become part
of the tour.
In March of 2005, Friends of Libraries USA recognized Bill’s dedication to restoring
Hammett’s old digs by placing a brass plaque on the front of the building. Bill
admits he never would have had the apartment ready in time for the ceremony without
the help of his neighbor Joe Hagen. To see the the pictures of that day, click here.