The traffic tie-up at the corner or wusmre x<br >and Rodeo Drive was worse than usual that Frid<br >noon. But then， it was just two hours before th<br >beginning of the Memorial Day weekend.<br > Ah， Belle Cooper told herself wryly， a better r<br >a traliie jam than flight from the city lay up ahead<br > A Cadillac Seville had rear-ended a Bentley<br >make a left turn into Wilshire， and the two driv<br >vious of the commotion they were causing， were<br >in the middle of the intersection screaming at ea<br >A policeman， his face in a "slow burn，" moved .~<br >ward them.<br > Belie whistled to herself and turned on the car x<br > That， she thought， would be about $2，000 for<br >right rear "fender， probably more. The Seville was<br >leased--most of them in Beverly Hills were.<br >~ One would not have known this， judging by th~<br >Seville driver， a portly man， red-faced， in a strip<br >shirt and rod golfing pants， was waving his arms. l<br >leymBelle did not recognize himm~umed r<br >hands shoved in the jacket pockets of his tan s~<br >now and then fidgeting， barking contemptuous res<br >the oral onslaught， lifting a hand to adjust thq<br >tucked in the collar of his jacket.<br > The cop prevailed. The two got back into their<br >did as directed: pulled a few yards into the p~<br >behind the Gibraltar Bank. The law followed， d<br >notebook out of his back pocket and grinning at t<br >ized audience.<br ><br >