There was once this middle aged priest who lived in the rectory with his
housekeeper.  One day, the priest decided to invite his young friend who
had just become a priest to his own house for dinner.  

That evening, the young priest noticed how fine and shapely the
housekeeper was, and wondered in his heart if the relationship between
the middle-aged priest and the woman was professional, or if they were
sleeping together.  
                                                        
After dinner, the middle aged priest assured the young priest that the
housekeeper was strictly the maid and cook, and nothing else.  

A week went by, and the housekeeper approached her boss and said,
"I'm not accusing anyone, but our gravely ladle has been missing ever
since that night the young priest had dinner over here."  "I don't
understand it, but I'll write him a letter," said the priest.

The letter read, "I'm not saying that you took the silver gravy ladle,
but I'm not saying you didn't, but the fact remains that it has been
missing since you came to the house for dinner."

The young priest responded in his letter saying, "I'm not saying that
you've been sleeping with the maid, and I'm not saying that you haven't
been, but the fact remains that if you slept in your own bed, you would
have found the silver gravy ladle."

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