My grandfather was George Lansbury, the leader of the Labour Party, and a great pacifist. While I was growing up, my father wrote a book about him, and some fellows from Scotland Yard came to the front door. Apparently my father had revealed some state secret that had to do with the Russian crown jewels. We all thought Daddy was going to jail. It was like a Noël Coward comedy.
I seem to have fallen down a rabbit hole of Angela Lansbury interviews.