The Pastor's Gravy Ladle

In France, the young assistant pastors do not live in the main  rectory; that is reserved for the Pastor and his housekeeper.   One day the pastor invited his new young assistant pastor to  have dinner at the rectory. While being served, the young  pastor noticed how shapely and lovely the housekeeper was and
down deep in his heart he wondered if there was more than just  a professional relationship between the pastor and the house- keeper.

After the meal was over, the middle-aged pastor assured the  young priest that everything was purely professional... that  she was the housekeeper and cook and that was that. About a week later the housekeeper came to the pastor and said, "Father, ever since the new assistant came for dinner I have not been able to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle.   You don't suppose he took it, do you?

The Pastor said, " Well, I doubt it, but I'll write him a  letter." 

So he sat down and wrote, "Dear Father, I'm not  saying you did take the gravy ladle and I'm not saying you  did not take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that  it has been missing since you were here for dinner."

The young assistant received the letter, and he answered  it as follows: "Dear Father Pastor, I'm not saying that  you do sleep with the housekeeper and I'm not saying that  you do not sleep with the housekeeper. But the fact remains  that if you slept in your own bed you would find the gravy  ladle!"