The young painter was duly buried.
Some days after, Marot's fowls were found dead in neighbouring yards and gardens.
They seemed to have been poisoned.
These facts were put together, and suspicions began to be aroused.
Marot was arrested. His own child gave evidence against him, and brought about his conviction.
The young painter had been poisoned by some soup into which Marot had put arsenic.
The young man complained that the soup had a queer taste; Marot's son took a spoonful, tasted it, and agreed with the painter.
"The soup," Marot replied, "tastes queer because it is made of pig's head. As for you, you greedy boy," he added, addressing this remark particularly to his son, "eat your own soup, and let this boy eat his—each dog has his platter."
But the taste of the soup was so acrid that the young painter left half of it. The rest was thrown on the dungheap; the fowls ate it, and, driven by pain, they scattered to right and left, their death revealing the fact of the poisoning.