An alley-way opened before him, leading to what appeared to be another residence street.

He was about to test the truth of this surmise when he heard a step behind him, and turning, encountered the heavy figure of the coachman advancing towards him, with a key in his hand.
Zadok was of an easy turn, but he had been sorely tried that day, and his limit had been reached.
"You snooper!" he bawled.

"What do you want here?
Won't the run of the house content ye?
Come! I want to lock that door.

It's my last duty before going to bed." Sweetwater assumed the innocent.
"And I was just going this way.

It looks like a short road into town.