How the devil does one find ones missing man servant?

This all happened three days ago, while socialising with great uncle Sir Harold Chesterhill on how best to lay traps for young riff raff to be enlisted for my sweatshops over seas, when Diego, my most trusted man servant claimed that in his home country, they use unlicensed taxis to take advantage of unsuspecting tourists. outraged by his incompitance, i had Diego horsewhipped several hundread times and sentanced to Ruffians night watch stationed in the guard tower. The following day i noticed that Diego had vanished, and i fear for his dear saftey. But what makes one ponder is that there is a blasted ice cream automobile parked outside my house and has been for for 2 days without moving. I could be sure i banned the use of ice cream in my estate long ago.