A Vicar was complaining to his curate about his bicycle being stolen.
"I have a cunning plan," said the Vicar. "During my sermon on Sunday I'll read out the ten commandments, and when I get to 'thou shalt not steal' I'll pause and look around the congregation. God will give me a sign, and I'll soon know who the thief is."
Sunday came around, and the Vicar raced through the ten commandments without so much as a breath.
After the service, the curate said "I thought you were going to pause at 'thou shalt not steal'?".
"I was", said the Vicar, "but when I got to 'thou shalt not commit adultery' I remembered where I left the bike.
"I have a cunning plan," said the Vicar. "During my sermon on Sunday I'll read out the ten commandments, and when I get to 'thou shalt not steal' I'll pause and look around the congregation. God will give me a sign, and I'll soon know who the thief is."
Sunday came around, and the Vicar raced through the ten commandments without so much as a breath.
After the service, the curate said "I thought you were going to pause at 'thou shalt not steal'?".
"I was", said the Vicar, "but when I got to 'thou shalt not commit adultery' I remembered where I left the bike.