Such is the record of vice and crime and it is not complete. Such is the record as it appears on the debtors' pages of the Vice Trust. Hundreds of petty forms of infamy have a price. Other crime-trades pay, but the prices cannot be learned or estimated, so intricate are the workings of the vicious combine. What do the agents of the White Slave Traffic pay to barter body and blood? The trust has the secret blood price. Investigation by the state, city and particularly the federal government, has shown its existence. The monthly figure must be upwards of $10,000. SIDE ISSUES IN THE VICE GRAFT. Nothing is consumed by the slaves of crime, nothing is used or even wasted that does not hand over its pittance to the avaricious over lords. We shall give specific instances of the far-reaching, grasping power of the trust to collect. In the South side "redlight" district but one brand of whiskey can be sold today. The Directorate of Ten has so ordered. Why? Because a politician has the controlling interest in the manufacture and sale of a certain brand of whiskey. Therefore, that is the kind of whiskey sold. It is as logical as all things in the harmonious and well-oiled system. No keeper of a house of ill fame, no bloated, blear-eyed saloonkeeper of the district would offer any other brand. Wisely, if not honestly, another capitalist of the vice-corporation has bought up a cigarette concern. He makes and sells a poisonous, brain and moral-destroying cigarette. Ask for cigarettes in any den of infamy in the levees of the city, and this brand will be forced on you. Perhaps if you strongly protest, you can obtain some other brand, but your protest must be loud and insistent. Once more is evidenced the overwhelming, overreaching power of operative and unified lawlessness. Another member of the Trust has sunk his crime-tainted dollars into a taxi-cab concern. The corporation must yield a profitable harvest. Result: The man, who after satisfying his lust and passions, drunk with the wine he has paid dearly for, and exhausted from a repulsive debauch, is put into a taxi-cab and driven away from a "redlight" resort. That taxi-cab belongs, through invested capital, to a member of the Crime Directorate. Again the shadow of the monster. If a business man engages in the manufacture of gambling paraphernalia he looks for a market,--usually the saloon or dive. When he seeks contracts he is told: "Better see the boss." He sees him. He pays him, and then he installs his machines at will, even over the protest of resort keepers. Again the hidden graft channel. Hundreds of pounds of opium are smuggled into Chicago yearly. The opium dens pay their protection price, but long before that the policeman has held out his hand behind his back, accepted the graft from the "importer" and sent him on to sow a slow death to thousands through the petals of the poppy bud. THE QUACK DOCTORS OF CHICAGO.