One could say that Mark Gilford, a Canadian Secret Intelligence Service agent, was an attractive fellow. Not effeminate by any stretch of the imagination, his boyish face, blond hair and blue eyes hid the unyielding character of a marksman of note. Always dressed in the latest fashion, if transposed in another time or another place, Mark would have been seen as the perfect Clubbing Dandy of days gone by. He looked oh so benign but was oh so deadly.
