"Out in the street, Bond got quickly into his car and drove along the quai to the Bergues. So that was the picture! For two days he'd been trailing a Silver Ghost across Europe. It was an armour-plated Silver Ghost. He'd watched to last bit of plating being riveted on in Kent, and the whole lot being stripped off at Coppet. Those sheets would already be in the furnaces at Coppet, ready to be remodelled into severty chairs for a Mecca Constellation. In a few days' time those chairs would be stripped off the plane in India and replaced with aluminum ones. And Goldfinger would have made what? Half a million pounds? A million? For the Silver Ghost wasn't silver at all. It was a Golden Ghost - all the two tons of its bodywork. Solid, eighteen carat, white gold."

1959.