The Missing Ladle.

In France, the young assistant priests do not live in the main rectory.
That is reserved for the priest and his housekeeper.  One day the priest
invited his new young assistant priest to have dinner at the rectory. While
being served, the young priest noticed how shapely and lovely the
housekeeper was and down deep in his heart he wondered if there was more
between the priest and the housekeeper.  After the meal was over, the
middle-aged priest 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 priest 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 priest 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 priest, 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 I do know
 for sure that if you slept in your own bed you would find the gravy ladle."