Don't you know it?
"Foxwell's Hotel is a merry, merry place, When the jolly booze is flowin', flowin' free." Now chorus, gen'men." Having heard all I wanted to, I gave the poor wretches what I had promised them, and went in search of a cab.

As good luck would have it I was able to discover one in the City Road, and in it I drove off in the direction of Waterloo.

If Hayle were really going to stay the night at Foxwell's Hotel, then my labours had not been in vain, after all.

But I had seen too much of that gentleman's character of late to put any trust in his statements, until I had verified them to my own satisfaction.

I was not acquainted with Foxwell's Hotel, but after some little search I discovered it.