Premise: Poirot seized his hat, gave a ferocious twist to his moustache, and, carefully brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve, motioned me to precede him down the stairs; there we joined the detectives and set out for Styles.

Hypothesis: After he fussily made himself ready to go out, Poirot and I accompanied the detectives to Styles.
Relation: entailment