The Mannequin Head, Speech Synthesis, and Written Voices

The face in the window of the house overlooking the Bayswater Marina hadn't moved. Thinking she had noticed me I looked away casually, as if she had remained undetected. I focused on getting Noodle out of the car. As I surveyed the otherwise empty car park, I peripherally watched the face. Motionless. I stared back, and studied her. It must be false, I concluded --- a mannequin head