The Maltese Falcon

Below are the opening paragraphs of Chapter Two of Dashiell Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon.

A telephone -bell rang in the darkness. When it had rung three times bed-springs creaked, fingers fumbled on wood, something small and hard thudded on a carpeted floor, the springs creaked again, and a man’s voice said: "Hello . . . Yes, speaking . . . Dead? . . . Yes . . . Fifteen minutes, Thanks."
A switch clicked and a white bowl hung on three gilded chains from the ceiling’s center filled the room with light. Spade, bare-footed in green and white checked pajamas, sat on the side of his bed. He scowled at the telephone on the table while his hands took from beside it a packet of brown papers and a sack of Bull Durham tobacco.

I can see that scene as though it was a movie and have been looking for examples of writing that paint such a word picture. As has been discussed, it is difficult to evaluate writing on the basis of one or two paragraphs, but I’m curious to learn if the scene above comes through as clearly for others as it did for me.