The thin man stepped off the late train at Union Station. His face was illuminated for a moment as he lit a cigarette and watched the streetcar pass on rain slicked Pacific Avenue. If there was someone tailing him from across the street, they would have confirmed his identity as Dashiell Hammett, a Pinkerton detective and sickly veteran of the First World War. It was November 6th 1920.

 

Hammett was entering the city during a period of social turmoil, political corruption and extraordinary violence. He was 26, weary beyond his years and far from realizing that the events of the next few months would help create an entirely new form of modern American fiction.

 

In fact, the events of that winter in Tacoma would become essential pieces in a creative reservoir that Dashiell Hammett would return to often as he wrote almost 100 short stories and five major novels including his masterpiece The Maltese Falcon. Hammett is generally credited with creating modern American detective fiction and bringing realism to mystery writing. His characterization of the hardboiled, cynical private detective operating in a dark urban landscape where both crooks and cops are lawless and situational ethics and quick wits are the best defense has become a cultural archetype in literature, radio, film, television and even computer games.

 

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Dashiell Hammett was in Tacoma for treatment of tuberculosis at the Cushman Institute Public Health Service hospital on McKinley Hill. He was coming off a stint with the Pinkerton Detective Agency working inside the unsettled labor struggles between mine owners and the radical International Workers of the World in Butte Montana. When he began coughing blood and his weight dropped to less than 130 pounds he was sent to Tacoma and the newly opened hospital specializing in shell shocked veterans and “lungers” with TB.

 

Writing later in life about his winter in Tacoma, Hammett recalled a life that moved from hospital to library to downtown speakeasies and movie houses. He remembered reading three or four newspapers every morning and then pouring through books on medieval history, avian migration and astronomical observation in the afternoon. He became a student of all things and in particular an attentive witness to the details and realities of Tacoma’s public streets and private places.

 

The Tacoma Hammett found that winter was emerging into modernity with automobiles rushing past trolleys and skyscrapers punching up a new skyline. Garish, chasing lights on Broadway lured audiences into the Pantages, Rialto, Strand, Apollo, Victory, Hippodrome, Colonial and Tacoma theaters. In Japantown alone there were 50 hotels, 20 restaurants and a curious block of windowless barber shops, medicinal herb dealers and heavily trafficked signless shops.

 

It was prohibition and Hammett definitely drank so Tacoma was not a bad place to be. Soft drink parlors, pool halls and all night drug stores were the usual fronts for drinking establishments but below Pacific in the blocks controlled by Peter Sandberg and lower profile gangsters you could even get a bottle from the dry cleaner. Adult entertainment was a significant part of the business economy downtown and a fair share of the earnings made their way to City Hall, the Office of the Mayor and the Commissioner of Public Safety.

 

Hammett saw it all close up and no doubt followed the November 25th story in the Tribune of three gunmen robbing a Japanese business of $25,000 under the headline “Big Job” gang is blamed”. He probably began to follow a string of stories that provided a blunt diary of the city’s decent into a season of violence. The November 29th Daily Ledger read “ 43 Jailed in Tacoma Police Raids” while the City Hall aligned Tribune reported, Police Chief Harry Smith “declares Tacoma Underworld is Going to be Given a Thorough Cleaning”.

 

Three days later, the Ledger headline was in large type and read “Woman Murdered, Shot in Apartment at 1017 South J St.” followed three days later on December 6th with “ Masked Bandit slain in Gun Duel at Pool Hall”. On December 9th the Ledger bannered “3 Tacomans shot by gunman; 2 may die”. For Hammett, surrounded by day with the mentally wounded soldiers of the Great War and by night with the busy streets of anonymous faces it was both reality and inspiration.

 

Then on December 15 another downtown shooting appeared in the headlines but this time it was much different. A young, clean, beat cop in the dangerous neighborhood around 19th and Jefferson called sharply to a man in dark clothes coming toward him just after 8 in the evening. An armed robbery had just been reported nearby. The man began running and after a couple warning shots in the air, the officer fired into the street near the runner some 100 yards away. The bullet sparked on the wet street like a flint on stone and ricocheted up killing the man. The patrolman, W. H. Craft, discovered the man innocently didn’t recognize him as an officer and feared being robbed. He was the father of 6, a carpenter at the Tacoma St. Paul Mill and simply out for a walk to meet two of his sons.

 

The next day the news was back to bloody normal; December 16th Ledger ”Bandits Murder Tacoma Grocer in His Store” and “Tacoma Woman Kills Husband with Axe”. Both newspapers reported on the Police Chief’s statement “ Time for Shotgun Patrols” which meant the police were moving to “cars and sawed off shotguns”. The headlines leading up to Christmas in 1920 reported “Police Shotgun Car Gets into Action in Tacoma” and quotes Mayor Riddell’s assertion that “more police and strenuous measures needed to cope with crime situation”.

 

It was a Nightmare Town, the title Hammett would use for one of his best known stories, and behind the tabloid headlines were the barroom rumors he heard about election payoffs and bickering among politicos on the take.

 

Still, during the day Hammett could ride the streetcar to the Library; visit People’s Department Store with the pretty nurse from Montana that he met at the hospital and wonder at the marvel of the steel girders being erected into the new 16 story Scandinavian American Bank Building at 11th and Pacific.

 

Amid his dark fascination with Tacoma’s troubles, Hammett regained his strength and fell in love with Nurse Dolan.  Their first daughter was conceived that winter in Tacoma and they were married in July after he was given a clean bill of health.

 

January of 1921 brought unexpected and monumental news to Tacoma and Hammett could not have missed following every detail. On the 16th work on the towering steel skeleton of the Scandinavian American Bank halted so abruptly that rivets set in the steel beams 15 stories up were left loose and unhammered. Newspapers up and down the west coast reported on the failure of the bank, a novelty in good economic times almost a decade before the great Depression. The Ledger reported on the criminal actions of bank president Ole Larson and repeated brave comments about finishing the building as a hotel and assuring depositors of their money through a Governor appointed Bank Commissioner. One of every eight Tacomans had their money in the Scandinavian American Bank and most of it was lost or tied up for years. The City of Tacoma sued and recovered all of the $160,000 it held in the bank. The bare steel frame of the largest skyscraper ever built in Tacoma loomed over the city’s busiest intersection for most of the decade.

 

It was “the biggest story of the century” in Tacoma and at its core was a more insidious brand of criminality, the kind that was bred in paneled boardrooms and privileged North End mansions. To Hammett, it was a reality where the only good guy was the individual on the street trying his best to be honest and moral without being victimized by the crooks, politicians, cops and the powerful forces in a community.

 

Hammett’s Tacoma winter ended in February 1921 when he was transferred to another Public Health hospital in San Diego. He and Josephine moved to San Francisco where he again worked for Pinkerton then began writing short magazine stories. In the decade that followed Hammett formed a distinct, modern storytelling voice that he used to revisit the dark realities of his days as a detective, a barroom listener and an unflinching observer of cities abused by violence, political power and corruption.

 

But for readers and critics Hammett has always been an enigma. He produced almost all of his writing in little more than a decade and then for the rest of his life watched his ideas and characters be copied, exploited and elevated into public acclaim with little comment. His best biographer, Richard Layman, among others believed that the clearest insight into Hammett’s personal and literary view of the world could be found in a parable Sam Spade tells to the fatal beauty Brigid O Shaughnessy in the Maltese Falcon.

 

The parable floats disconnected in many ways from the central plot of the book and it was an obvious cut when John Huston directed the 1941 film version of the Maltese Falcon with Humphrey Bogart as Sam Spade. It’s a story about random occurrences and a man named Flitcraft who’s well ordered life was redirected one day when a beam falling off a building narrowly missed killing him. A chip off the sidewalk where the beam crashes down flies up and nicks his face like a little red kiss of fate.

 

The Flitcraft parable is uncommonly complex for Hammett’s straightforward realist writing almost as if he was deliberately leaving some kind of clue to an undiscovered mystery. It’s a story with no conventional ending or plot, just an episode in a life.

 

Hammett specifically placed the parable in Tacoma and to read it is to go back to that winter of 1920 where the flint spark of a random bullet changed the life of a young man named Craft, where a steel building frame of loose beams hung over a busy street corner, and where a young writer- to- be found a timeless city that will last as long as hardboiled detectives, film noir and a certain black bird.

Written by tacomahistory

This site is about the way history, in this case of a city and it's surrounds, is remembered or recorded in stories and small bits of memory. It's also about the way images and stories go together, how they inform and enrich each other and how we as thinking people fill in the content between a narrative and a visual document. So here is my city in time past, the way it looked and the people and events that create its character. For more than 20 years I have taught a 5 credit course on the History of Tacoma at the University of Washington Tacoma. With an average of 30 or 40 students a year, each doing a research paper as their primary focus for the course, I have benefited from many paths of inquiry and many researched and assembled stories. Here are some of them in the retelling along with the treasures of photographs and images in the collections of the Washington State Historical Society, Tacoma Public Library, University of Washington Digital Archives, Washington State Archives at the Office of the Secretary of State, Library of Congress, Washington State University, Alaska State Library, and many other archives, libraries and private collections.

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